“Do you want a glass of water?” Integral asked when she noticed the signs of his migraine. She bent to reach for a crystal goblet and pour water from a dispenser fixed on the console in front of them. After offering the glass, she waited for him to finish his points and wondered if they shouldn’t wait to carry this conversation when his headache faded. However, Integral had wanted to catch him in the mindset to argue this point as he recently remarked the subject fruit of an excess of alcohol.
“Perhaps,” she drawled still sustaining her smile. “Your candour last night wasn’t false, nevertheless,” she remarked. “Unless you carry such remarkable act to pretend to have a false hangover and I would have to call you a famous film star to put up with this remarkable performance of a realistic morning after hangover.”
She unfolded her arms to press a hand against her chin. “Leadership isn’t the only key to a successful organisation, the service the underlings must be as good as the guidance the superiors offer. Sharing the same goals and revelling in their mutual loyalty, regardless of their methods, nature, principles.” The knight pause to make her sentence: “Unless these requisites are met, the said parties involved would always meet with failure.”