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Phillip was the first to approach the man, who's only information he knew of being his title within this suspicious pharmaceutical company. Wanting to appear sophisticated and powerful, the young man held his hands behind his back, straightening his posture as he made his way forward. Every step was slow, matching the speed of a fading heart beat until he was face to face with the man.

It was then that he realized this attitude was most likely the result of the newest class card he had picked up today. Robespierre's influence was trying to seep into his mind and take control, just like its last host. That's what he felt like, more akin to a parasite than a servant. Relaxing his muscles to appear more casual again, Phillip extended his hand toward the director for a friendly shake. [color=769E9D]"Phillip Sato, sir. Pleased to meet you."[/color]