"Don't you think that this is going too far?" Breya asked from my lap, but Grace shook her head from where she was sitting on my shoulders.
"Dad is right to let them do as they like. This is the only way that you will really find out who is qualified for the job," Grace explained, still looking like she was less than a month old.
Breya winced and sighed, looking back at the crystal screen. While it was her idea to let Grace talk with us, it still seemed to shake her each time our little girl talked.
"Grace is right," I smiled and then pointed to all the people in the rubble. "While Eliza might be shitting whole rectangular-shaped blocks of shit because of the way her city is being torn up, all will be fixed. I also privately spoke with all the residents of Felidae and our guests. I made them an offer that most of them couldn't refuse," I said with a chuckle, making Breya turn in my lap and look up at me confused with her solid gold eyes.
