- I'm not afraid of dying. - Promptly I answered. She wasn't going to scare me with that.
Oddly for me, she was not surprised, instead she waved her head and clicked something. Over the table a projection popped out showing files related to the factory. It was a detailed report about security, staff and the workers.
- I'm not talking about you. - With maybe way too much effort she rose from her black letter chair, as if she had been carrying extra weight on her shoulders. - I'm talking about them. - Again she clicked something and it enlarged a list of the staff. - They are the ones most likely to die. Them and the loud drunks from the bar.
Dragging her feet, she walked around the table and stopped right in front of me. Up close our physics contracted one another, she was intimidating but her posture was lowered down. Still I was quiet even though I wanted to respond.
