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“Welcome, sir. How are you? I was very glad to get your message about meeting today.”
The Mentat entered Millard Miller’s private office and sat in the chair of authority at the meeting table. Normally, he wouldn’t take the chair at the head of the table but referred to as “sir” gave him the courage to flaunt his new-found, self-confidence.
“Mr. Miller, the pleasure is all mine.”
“Have you considered what we talked about the last time? Have you made a decision?”
“Yes, Mr. Miller, I have made a decision. I want to join your crusade against Prefect Conway”.
Miller and the Mentat didn’t say another word. Each was wrestling with thoughts racing through their minds. The Mentat questioned whether his decision to join Miller was wise. He had no problem sticking a knife in Conway’s back.
