That was Felix’s idea.
Amara dragged herself out of her chair, her mind still buzzing from the conversation she'd just had with Elara. She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the awkwardness of their earlier encounter. How was it possible for a hand touch to haunt her this much?
Just as she was about to sink back into the sweet, sweet embrace of doing absolutely nothing, her phone buzzed again. Another message from Felix. Of course.
Come to my office. Elara's already left. We need to discuss agents.
"Perfect," she mumbled to herself, grabbing her jacket. At least this time, there wouldn't be any surprise hand touches or weird conversations. It was just Felix, and he was much easier to deal with. Mostly because he didn't make her feel like a complete idiot. Usually.
[You should really think about investing in a clone. It could do all the human interactions for you.]