(The Apiary is – or will be – the companion university and surrounding town to Cloverleaf and Doomsday Academy)
The chair was singularly uncomfortable. Augustinus did his best not to shift and squirm.
The woman in front of him was lush, far too lush, and something about her scent just made her beauty even more uncomfortable. And she was smiling at him with a wide grin that looked a little too predatory.
She glanced down at her notes. “Now,” she purred, “why don’t you tell me about your experience with chemistry?”
Augustinus cleared his throat, not for the first time, and tried not to make an absolute fool of himself.
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