**Farewell (For Now)**

Dr. Henman departed this morning. The farewell was surprisingly emotional.

The Boss actually *hugged* him. I’ve worked here for three years and have never seen the Boss hug anyone who wasn’t being thrown to Gerald. They stood there in the hangar, two middle-aged men who’d chosen very different paths, promising to „make this work.“

„We’re going to change the world, old friend,“ Dr. Henman said.
„We’re going to *own* the world,“ the Boss corrected.
They both laughed.

Dr. Henman promised to return within the month with preliminary component specifications. He also apologized for the coffee stains on the conference table and the permanent marker on the walls. I assured him we’ve seen worse.

As his helicopter disappeared over the horizon, the Boss stood watching with an uncharacteristic expression—something almost resembling hope.

Then he turned and asked me to schedule a meeting with our „discrete procurement specialist.“ Back to business.

The lair feels quieter now. Two genius-level megalomaniacs are exhausting. One is merely tiring.

I’m secretly relieved.

*- Mrs. Clawdia, restoring order*