"Bring me the best, the smartest Builder we have! Please," I shouted, addressing the Attendants, at least one of which was always waiting within earshot of my study room.
In a moment, the door opened a crack, and I saw Chief Attendant Helping-Hands looking through it—best secretary I could wish for.
"Is this an order to start an examination of all Builders to find the best one, Father?" she asked.
I winced.
"Uh, no! Just… Bring me *a* Builder. A Commander Builder or a Chief Builder—whoever has the free time at the moment."
Helping-Hands' expression cleared.
"Ah, I understand. In an instant, Father! While you wait, do you need snacks or more tea?"
I glanced at my long-empty cup and rubbed my stomach.
"Yes, please."
***
"What did you need a Builder for, Father?" Commander Builder B666666 asked after entering my study. "Do you need a new room, or to fix something?"
