"Fool!" Dr. Klein spat. "I told you to have everything taken care of by the time I arrived. If Meredith sees this mess she'll--"
"I'll what, love?" Meredith strode into the room. "Kill you? No, darling, I care little for your ... experiments. Just see that it's clean for the party tonight." Dr. Klein seethed quietly and turned away from his wife. Dr. Klein's befuddled assistant, Horace, started after him quickly, glancing back in time to see the tail of Meredith's cocktail dress flow around the door frame and disappear. Palpable disdain and the faint scent of her perfume lingered after she was gone, and provided Horace with the motivation to continue his work with the Doctor. Breathing deeply, his thoughts drifted after Meredith down the hall.
Dr. Klein's presence could not be ignored for long, however, and Horace snapped to his side to begin the duplicitous task of assuaging his master's anger. A long day ahead, and it would not be pleasant.
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