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The curator and Eloise sat opposite each other in the mission control hut, deep in conversation. They were making the most of having the opportunity to talk while the other members of the SMG were exploring.
‘How is it fair that the others are at the same level as me? They are all new to being in the SMG, and I have years of experience,’ said Eloise, glowering.
‘For the last time, Eloise, it is fair because I say so. Don’t question me again; you know it’s against the rules. Now, let’s get back to sorting out finding a new project for you. And, for what it’s worth, I’m glad you stuck around and didn’t move on to reincarnation.’
It was clear that the curator was threatening Eloise with taking her SMG status away.
Eloise shook her head. ‘I really should be more senior, and mark my words, I WILL make it clear to them that they are not as good as me, no matter what they think.’
The curator stood and turned to leave the building. Before she exited, she turned the top half of her body to face Eloise. ‘Just be grateful that I am in a good mood today.’ She then left without saying another word.
‘Back to Earth no doubt,’ muttered Eloise. ‘Stay away, dog breath.’ This is unfair. I’ll find some way to prove my superiority to the newbies.