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The Administrator turned to Pauling one time, eyes full of something unplaceable. "What's your first name, Miss Pauling?"
Pauling's heart fluttered, blending in seamlessly with the fear. "I feel like you have that on record somewhere, right?"
"Good." Before explaining herself, the Administrator took a long drag of her cigarette. "Never tell anyone what they don't know. Now, one more test: do you know my name?"
Smoke filled Pauling's head. "No, ma'am. But I don't think it's Helen." It was the closest thing she had, though, so she would hold it tight.
Helen smiled, just short of toothy. "Good job."