"G man has cancer…" Dyon stared blankly at the wall.
Clara shook her head. "Only you would still call my dad that."
"Of course. He insisted I call him that." Dyon smiled lightly.
"You were like 5 and he was doing too much to impress you. Only a little boy that age would think G man was a cool nickname."
"And only a tomboy like you would insist on fighting me for it."
"I had no choice. I was trying to fix your stupid opinions so that you'd be better in the future. Clearly I failed."
"I just replaced the president for a lecture. I'd say my future is doing just fine, no?" Dyon smiled.
Clara's cold eyes snapped up to Dyon. "You're giving my dad a bad reputation you know. He chose you to replace him, but you ran out on your duties."
Dyon smirked. "Actually, I'd say the lecture is going pretty well right now."
Clara's brows furrowed with confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"I can clone myself." Dyon shrugged.
