——Two days before the official start of the exchange meeting.
"Professor."
A technical staff reported cautiously, Menger's face, as if carved by a scalpel, slightly turned aside, enduring the cold inorganic gaze, and the staffer's already lowered head dipped even further.
"The trial run of the 'induction unit' is about to start, are you...?"
"I know. I'll be right there."
Menger waved his hand as if swatting a fly.
Normally, the technician would have been overjoyed at such a dismissal and quickly made himself scarce, but this time he remained in place.
As a mouse elected to bell the cat, he could not just slip away.
"Is there something else?"
