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The Aura: Bad Manners

A thought slipped into John’s mind, as if an instinct.

“That’s not how we’re gonna play. You first.”

The Director’s aura dimmed a little, but quickly returned to the gleaming white – and the man once again wore flawlessly serene expression.

“John. Paula and Dr. already talked to you for a while and now I would like to hear something from you. Two simple things: the hospital and the eyes.”

“Don’t you know it already? Hell, can’t you see my eyes? And don’t you have whole files about me?!” he yelled, rising from the bed.

The man cocked his head.

“As a matter of fact, I have cerebral achromatopsia and thus cannot see any colours. Also, I think you are not fully recovered yet.”

As he said that, John’s muscles trembled and he fell down on the bed breathing heavily, the little adrenaline kick gone in mere seconds. Well, at least I tried, he sighed inwardly.

“Come on, John. I only want to confirm something, but someone else can do it for me in less pleasant manner,” calm voice broke the silence.

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