"Well thanks..." The man said in reply to their conversation. "Actually, I do have another question... I don't mean to pry, but is Rat... really your father? Like, biologically?" He stared at the girl awkwardly for a moment, shifting his weight and rubbing his arm in a fidgeting manner. "If you don't want to answer, you don't have to..."
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The fire of his hearth was glowing strongly, sending dancing shadows of many shapes to every corner of the old-fashioned room as the Director watched the commotion going on outside of his office doors on a large television above them. As the two security guards there began frisking his guest, he sighed in frustration, fingering the intercom button upon his large, antique wooden desk.
"Send him in, please." He spoke into the microphone in a firm and authoritative voice; though he sounded calm, the agitation behind it was quite clear. As he released the intercom's button, he pushed another, this one unlocking several different mechanical tumblers, opening the bomb-proof door.