- Pronouns
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A lot of fire and spine for all the lack of backbone, aren’t you Ms. Ἀχαιάνος, Augustus thought privately to himself as his instincts smoothly kicked in, preserving his real feelings from rising to the surface. The General Dynamics head of legal affairs contented himself and soothed the powerful burst of internal wrath with his recognition of the error in transliteration found in Βασία’s surname.
The fact that the man whose parents had labeled ‘Χρύσανθος Μακρής’ and who had opted for self-aggrandizing when it came time to romanization, had no leg to stand upon to gather stones to toss through his glass house when it came time to gauge transliteration quirks didn’t escape Augustus.
He had long since accepted that the line between hypocrisy and self-determination wasn’t for others to mark for him.
Even as his mouth muscles quirked, Augustus looked between the three women and wondered. Was there also as much of a lack of ‘I’ amongst them as there was between Acheanos and Achaianos?
Something about their posture—and the fact he was the sort of man to ascribe intuition to his obsession—led him to the belief that they might not be as unified an entity as his employers feared.
Were they truly selected in as ad-hoc a manner as their brief—but relatively thorough—research showed? Augustus couldn’t decide if that was more frightening or less. What unsettled him was that he couldn’t tell for sure: the room’s myriads of surveillance apparatuses had gone dead the moment Louis tried to activate them.
They really had the damnable malfunction’s grace in their corner.
Augustus smiled his most disarmingly charming smile—it was insured—before addressing Vasia's subtext with one of his own.
"Why of course, Ms. Acheanos, we are very aware of that fact. But just as the nanoelec-tech must consider the nature of the possibly shared electron in their coherence calculations, so too does General Dynamics view our respective interests as potentially mutually empowering at this time."
It took a full three seconds for the beaming smile to return to a relaxed half-smile, and both the arches at its corner and Mr. Solis’ dimples vanished in perfect synchronization.
The fact that the man whose parents had labeled ‘Χρύσανθος Μακρής’ and who had opted for self-aggrandizing when it came time to romanization, had no leg to stand upon to gather stones to toss through his glass house when it came time to gauge transliteration quirks didn’t escape Augustus.
He had long since accepted that the line between hypocrisy and self-determination wasn’t for others to mark for him.
Even as his mouth muscles quirked, Augustus looked between the three women and wondered. Was there also as much of a lack of ‘I’ amongst them as there was between Acheanos and Achaianos?
Something about their posture—and the fact he was the sort of man to ascribe intuition to his obsession—led him to the belief that they might not be as unified an entity as his employers feared.
Were they truly selected in as ad-hoc a manner as their brief—but relatively thorough—research showed? Augustus couldn’t decide if that was more frightening or less. What unsettled him was that he couldn’t tell for sure: the room’s myriads of surveillance apparatuses had gone dead the moment Louis tried to activate them.
They really had the damnable malfunction’s grace in their corner.
Augustus smiled his most disarmingly charming smile—it was insured—before addressing Vasia's subtext with one of his own.
"Why of course, Ms. Acheanos, we are very aware of that fact. But just as the nanoelec-tech must consider the nature of the possibly shared electron in their coherence calculations, so too does General Dynamics view our respective interests as potentially mutually empowering at this time."
It took a full three seconds for the beaming smile to return to a relaxed half-smile, and both the arches at its corner and Mr. Solis’ dimples vanished in perfect synchronization.
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