84: A chat with Mr. Nuri

Kerrigan sat behind her desk and glanced at a small metal counter with tiny numbers. Today it read 278. “Two more?” She asked Natalie, pointing to the counter.

            Natalie sighed as she flipped through her own papers. “Yeah, some disgruntled suiter was unhappy that you rejected his love and threatened to blow up the building… and I think the other one was the widow of one of the miners who died last year.”

            Kerrigan frowned, “I thought we took care of that?”