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“See if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”
“I can follow it just fine.” Vox glitched out as he said it, but at least his tone was annoyed. Velvette preferred that. She hadn’t expected to become the CEO of Voxtek’s doctor when she had taken this post.
She hadn’t expected Vox to suffer from so many seizures.
“When you can do it without your face disappearing, I’ll consider it.”
Vox’s eyes narrowed, but they stayed on his face. His tired face.
Stop it! she wanted to scream. She didn’t.
Afterward, they pretended it hadn’t happened. They had to.