A visible twitch deformed the Director's posture for a split second, but he returned and laughed even louder, his feet carrying him onward. "You see, there! Perfect example. Your place is to say, 'Yes sir,' not resemble some disgruntled secretary. That mouth will get you killed someday, Yamada! And I'll just laugh at your demise, rest assured!"
He laughed again as they approached a bend in the corridor. "If anyone will have deserved it, it'll be you!"
"Deserved vhat, Tanaka-san?"
The Director's body ground to a halt. Before him was a much bigger man, a Nepleslian most likely, with some kind of accent Tsuya could not place. He had a shock of white-blond hair atop his b-shaped head, peering brown eyes above high, olive-colored cheeks, and a surprisingly long beard — perhaps 15 cm long — hanging from just his chin. It was also white-blond.
"A-Administrator! How are you today?"
"Fine," the Administrator replied. He was nearly 30 centimeters taller than the Director. "How is young Yamada-san?"
"So much to learn, but she is progressing steadily! I have high hopes she will be chosen soon." The Director bowed before the Administrator, who moved around him on thick legs to stand before Tsuya.
"That is your assessment as well, Yamada-san?"