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Of all the bizarre decisions Piotr Kozlowski had made in his life, the one presented right now in front of Amelia might have just been the biggest of them all. She honestly believed she had earned a pay increase after this.
“So…you took this Dodo person and gave them your face?” the surgeon shrugged.
“The Interviewer and Alvina were in another annoying still-not-date, you were flying and…do I really have to pretend Joey and Salvatore’s opinions matter when it comes to clients? And the poor person wanted a life of risks, what better than having to be an already existent person? A pretty secretive one, nonetheless! Also, dear Amelia: I didn’t only give him my face, but my whole body, even the annoying pains in the knuckles after too much…”
“That sentence ends with work, Kozlowski, I command it.”
“As you wish” Amelia sighed and stared at the jet unconscious Kozlowski-two.
“So…what did he do? Before..?”
“Oh, the same he is going to be doing after he wakes up: a maths teacher in a private school.”
The woman would have chocked, having she been drinking anything.
What a good thing that, there, in London, the Amelia Project was going better than ever before and nothing, absolutely nothing, threatened said position.
Right?