During Lindsey’s speech about loyalties linked to morals, Integral released an unladylike snort.
“I believe I have established that this white and black dichotomy is mere child’s play and that the assumption about greyscales is no better than the monochrome vision,” Integral reminded him humorously. “Isn’t the world full of colours, Mr. McDonald?” She folded her arms. “Weren’t you of this polychromatic perception? For a minute, stop considering evil or good, your employers or their competition, humour me. Trapped in this place, there are few people with different set of morals and ranges of sacrifices for the greater good in their opinion as well loyalty. Honour and loyalty doesn’t always belong to one side or the other.” She made a pause, doubting to share the next information but she thought it harmless enough. “For instance, one of my vampire servants takes special delight in battles, impaling, sucking people’s souls with their blood and further carnage. While the other is against such practices and keeps a stance of defence. They are both devoted to my service. Neither are brainless nor incompetent goons.”
Finally, she could distinguish a caution in the ring of his voice. That made her lips curve into a haughty smirk. Oh, she had just been spot on to have earned such a response.
“There is absolutely nothing that made me think you could share their goals,” Integral announced with a triumphal look in her eyes. “Your utter derision at their games at every turn and your little objections about considering resignation didn’t speak of an employee who passionately embraced the company spirit.”