F-303-Lia: Secretariat Building, Private Dining Room
“Good.”
He casts his eyes to the table, has Lia eaten her fill?
“Excuse me one moment.”
He taps at the unobtrusive terminal at the side of the table.
“Morton, have my aerostat brought around to the Wardenate pad. I’ll be returning to the Vizierate.”
Lia’s can’t hear the response – high tech directed sound makes it available to Farbello’s ears only.
To her he says, “we can go, whenever you’re ready.”
She has.
“Before we head off, I just need to clarify that this will be a separate arrangement to the other…non-arrangement we discussed earlier. Such experiments as the one we are about to undertake can be expensive…”