Greg knew that Nida, his ever efficient and certified bombshell AI secretary, s***h, friend and confidante, had violated all the boss-employee rules and regulations that he strictly implied in the company. For now, he will let this slide, since there was always a first time and surprisingly enough---Nida went to such extremes to talk to him.
That half woman, half AI, despises the scorching heat of the sun because it makes her oils inside extra sticky in consistency and the only time that she could be persuaded to brave the heat of the parking area was when it was time to go home and Nida prefers to spend her time on her desk than to risk being exposed to the scorching heat of the great ball of fire that was the source of every life in this wretched planet.
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