A little skeptical, but accepting.

“Well?” You ask.

“He’s a little young,” Mr. Andersen replies, “more than a little controversial, he seems to have a problem with authority...” You sigh, sitting back in your chair. “It’s about time we were able to compete with the big boys. I’ll set up an audition, get some of our idea men working on a premise, get the legal department started with his contract negotiations. He’s a little young, but he’s old enough to legally work in this state, so that’s old enough for me.”

You chuckle. Mr. Andersen is good at making people think he is going to say one thing when he is really going to say something else. Kim comes out of the bathroom looking a little queasy.

“Are you alright, Kim?” you ask in Chinese.

“I do not feel good, Sir.” Kim replies in the same language. “I think I may be pregnant. This is the second morning in a row this has happened.”

“There are saltines in the kitchen, I will get herbal tea for you later.” you say.

“Thank you, Sir.” Kim responds.

“What’s all this?” Mr. Andersen asks.

“Personal business.” Victor replies.

“Whatever you say, Vic.” Mr. Andersen says.

DANGER

You steel yourself in response to the premonitive terror just before the psychic **** comes crashing down on you. You are able to deflect the first barrage almost harmlessly. It takes your assailant a few seconds to gather for another strike, in which time you make ready for a counterattack. Locking into the frequency of the second ****, you send as much anger as you can muster down the line of transmission, battering back at your foe. You extend yourself outwards, scanning the memories of everyone you can reach within the time you have before your enemy recovers, finding as many painful memories as you can, be it injury, ****, grief, loss...anything. Gathering the memories into a psionic dagger, you thrust it forward, amplifying the accompanying emotions as you stab the mind of your foe. Within moments, you are tuned in to nothing but the psi-static of a catatonic. You withdraw back into your own body, opening your eyes once again. You are on the floor. Kim and Mr. Andersen are kneeling over you.

“What happened?” Mr. Andersen asks, helping you up.