“Nice to see you again, Esme.” Turi stood as Miriam showed Esme into his office. She was a voluptuous Chronotech woman who was as beautiful as she was smart. Looking at her now, it was staggering to think that her augmentation had been made on her brain because it hadn’t been able to keep up with her in its natural state.
“Nice to see you as well,” Esme took a seat and crossed her legs. “Before I get started I want to be sure I understand the situation correctly. This documentation is in regards to the offspring of the Nwa Pante accused of stealing our tech is it not?”
“It is. However, there’s no evidence to support that claim.” Turi kept his tone neutral even as he bristled over the accusation aimed at Shiloh. He slid the contractual agreement over to her. “This allows her to inherit the company and protects her interests. It has the unanimous approval of the Council, is there a conflict here?”
“There’s no conflict, Turi; I didn’t mean to imply that there was. I was simply verifying her identity and that the investigation is still ongoing.” Esme corrected. “I personally believe, as you do, that Mr. Ellison created his own unique tech without resorting to petty larceny.”
“How do you know what I believe?” Turi asked with genuine curiosity. “Have you added telepathy as an enhancement since I saw you last?”
“No, I have not.” Esme laughed. “But I can capture even the smallest of facial changes and merely noticed that you took umbrage to my question. Despite your effort to hide your feelings, they are written all over you, Turi.”
“Does Tim ever win an argument?” Turi shook his head ruefully.
“When I let him,” Esme tossed her hair over her shoulder as she smirked. “Being married has its perks, Turi. Even without my tech, he knows that I know or will know so when he’s done something stupid, he just shows up with flowers. He confesses and I forgive him; it’s much more efficient that way.”
“I bet,” Turi chuckled. “Shall we cross the t’s and dot the i’s?”
“I’m ready when you are.”