Values

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The desk is back in the Nexus again. And the owner of it is once more behind it, hands folded primly in front of him. Set off to the side is a fountain pen and a pad of paper. The banker's light and the metronome rest on the desk as well, though both are turned off. The snow is cleared in a neat three foot circumference around his seat, and though he's in just a dress shirt and sweater vest, the cold doesn't seem to bother the doctor one bit.

"I wonder," Dr. Hill begins in his usual northern European accent, "What do you, as a person, value more? Honesty? Or loyalty?"

A simple question, really.

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"Treatment is whatever you want out of it. Here." He nudges a business card across the desk towards her. It's a nice pale off-shade of yellowed parchment, with wine red lettering. It states his name, Dr. Alan J. Hill, an address, and a phone number.

"You see those buildings in that direction?" He points towards the Commercial District of the Nexus, where, indeed, there are all manner of business, markets and buildings dedicated to commerce. "Just follow the address on that card and you'll find it. Sometimes it takes a little doing, but you'll get there."

Dr. Hill smiles encouragingly.

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She takes the card and examines both sides. She then runs her fingers over the lettering before glancing in the direction he was pointing.

"I suppose I'll be seeing you around... dr. Alan J. Hill."

Hill huh? Probably a coincidence, but she still had a chuckle over it.

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"I'll meet you there."

Between the time she looks towards the indicated direction and back again, he's gone. The desk remains, but it's empty and cleared. Snow is drifting onto it softly.

Samael can make her own good time towards the office. He keeps all manner of hours.