He needed a better way to remember things, and he needed it soon. He would have to set aside the upcoming weekend to see if he could figure something out.
He knocked on Xvim’s door and dutifully waited for the man to invite him in.
“Come in,” Xvim called out from inside, and Zorian quickly entered the man’s office and sat down when instructed to do so.
“Show me your basic three,” Xvim ordered.
Zorian did so—silently, efficiently, and without complaint. He had decided before coming here that he would see how long it would take for Xvim to get unnerved by him meeting all of his demands without any issue or complaint. It was a long-term project, of course—he didn’t really think he could baffle the infuriating man in this particular restart—but he was determined to see it through. He
