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"Look, how about we discuss it next weekend? At that nice restaurant we went to last time, you know the one! They have the finest battery acid in all of Cyber City, oh I just know you'll love it! ...Yes? That works for you? Great! Me and our star host will be there, right at eight o'clock. You won't regret it, I promise you that! Have a good night, Mr. Consula." With an exhausted huff, Spamton dropped the forced grin on his face and slammed the corded phone into its holder.
He slumped against the desk chair, rubbing his forehead to will the throbbing ache in his temples away. He idly squeezed his thighs around the stiff box head between them.
"What an awful last call of the day, huh, puppy?" Spamton darted his eyes down to meet Tenna's screen, a wolfish grin slipping across his face.