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With or without clothes?

[ One of these days Chilton will say "without." Starr is sure of it!! ]

With your clothing. Worn on your body. That is a direct order.

[ And today is not that day. Highly disappointed sigh!!! ]

Then you will have to wait for one moment.

Have to wait -- what have I told you about remaining clothed at work!

I was not self-consummating.

Then what exactly were -- no, no, you are derailing this. Come into my office immediately.

I shall be there shortly.

[ He hung up the phone without further comment and recollected himself before approaching Chilton's office -- looking clean, pressed, and refreshed. He had just gotten out of the hospital shower and made a show of still doing his tie as he entered the office, sealing the door behind himself. ]

To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Doctor?

[A glance at the door, which Starr had already closed.]

Your immediate employees are up for review. Tax season now officially over, I can look into assigning bonuses -- however, your department merits only one employee to get a financial bump. And so, I require your input. Will it be Carl or Tate?

[This was, of course, an entirely fabricated dilemma that Chilton decided to play because he was bored. Money could be allotted at his whim, that was why he bent the knee before Mayor Baelish.

But he would act on Starr's decision regardless. Probably.]

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[ There was no hesitation. No consideration to be made when Chilton spoke. Although he was fond of both his boys, there was one golden child. One who put in a great deal of effort for Starr's approval. ]

Tate.

[ Perhaps he should have played it more on the fence and hid the fact that there was favoritism at all. But Chilton would likely already know. ]

He has put in a great deal of extra effort -- something I had not initially expected of him. His dedication toward the cause, your cause is admirable and should certainly be rewarded.

Duly noted.

[The lack of suspense dampened Chilton's glee -- leave it to Starr to remove the sadism out of a dilemma -- but the outcome wasn't surprising. As Chilton made that memo to himself, he glanced back up at Starr.]

I appreciate your dedication to your duties, Herr Starr. I trust that everything has been running smoothly? We might be attaining a new hire again. An imPort woman.

[ He watched Chilton, wondering if this was another game since the other one hadn't played out as well as Chilton had wanted. Starr may not have appreciated women so much in the bedroom, but he could not deny their capabilities on the field. Featherstone in particular was fairly well-equipped to take care of numerous missions. ]

It has been running smoothly, of course. So I am curious as to why you might see need to bring on someone else. And where would she be going precisely?

She came to me. Ambassador Padmé sent her to me. [He said, his throat glowing, his eyes brimmed with that I am important enough brightness.] Her powers lend best to a therapeutic office. So no -- not under you.

[ Starr couldn't help it -- the look of revulsion at the mention of Padme. Already, it seemed like bad news. ]

Anyone recommended by that foolish girl has no business in your hospital. What you are running here does not neatly fit within the mold of her approval. And what, then, would happen were she to report some of the goings on to the esteemed ambassador?

Oh my god. [His eye-rolling was immediate; Chilton held little decorum before Herr Starr. Ever since that whole kidnapping and sexual misconduct incident -- well. Decorum, he knew, was not a necessity with this man.]

Give it a rest. I had asked the Ambassador to send anyone who might be useful to me my way. She will elevate our standing, she has the power to influence people.

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Fine.

[ Starr said, all emotion fleeing him. All care or investment draining. It was entirely impassive. Chilton had likely made up his mind so there was no sense arguing with him on the matter. But there was also no sense in staying in the room for further conversation either. He would have to find another means of eliminating this ambassadorial influence. ]

Will that be all?

[It was a curious thing, to watch Starr. He was such a subtle creature, so calculating and so composed. His expressions needed a trained eye, and -- often -- a sense of humor.]

Not unless you have something to share? Something to get off your chest?

Are you seeking a confession?

[ He paused, considering. ]

Fine. I shall indulge you. I was listening in on one of your conversations the other day, and it leaves me baffled as to why a man who has the mayor in his corner pocket would feel the need to have the ambassador's influence. Especially after you spoke in such depth about conditioning the population through your own skills. You have enough power on your own to outshine them both.

[Chilton's smug, smarmy smirk -- the one that had been savoring Starr's clear disdain -- now faltered. Washed clean off his face like dirt from a storm-drenched stone.]

What?

[His voice lost its brazen glow.]

Listening into my conversation how? [He hadn't been keeping focused enough tabs on Starr, he realized that now.] And why?

I threw my lot in with you. I opted not to run for De Chima ambassador in order to focus upon my work here. So I will be damned if I do not throw everything into being here, including keeping tabs upon you.

[ He got up to approach Chilton's desk, laying palms flat on the surface as he loomed almost threateningly over the Doctor. ]

So tell me why it is you can have such brilliant ideas -- everything this world would need as a Messiah and yet you crawl and kiss the feet of these ambassadors -- as though your influence would not far eclipse their own?

[Chilton, utterly unprepared for Starr's intensity, sank back into his seat. For those few moments, he remained flabbergasted -- stunned at the question posed and the framework that supported its question mark. A remarkable silence filled the room as he struggled for his tongue.]

I -- [Blinking, he took a deep breath.] I know how to run a hospital. I do not know how to enact what you're talking about.

I do not believe in much. But I believe in you.

[ Starr didn't move back, didn't waver in his stance. ]

You have the exact makings to recreate this world. Any doubt I had in this was quelled by your offering to turn Jaime Reyes into your own sacrificial lamb. But even though you have what it takes, you lack the confidence needed. You still think of terms of things of this world. You think of your hospital and make the hospital larger than the man who runs it. And it should be the exact opposite.

What would this even... How would we start?

[He asked, enthralled. Starr possessed a compelling authority, the sort of energy that made you watch him. And so, Chilton watched him. Stunned, captivated. His mind suggestible.]

How would I start this?

Come with me.

[ Starr eased off of Chilton, straightening himself so there was a comfortable distance between them. He ceded the authority back to his boss while still maintaining an air of mystery about his intentions. He was suggesting Chilton follow him while dangling such an attractive bait -- the unknown. ]

I've something to show you outside of the hospital. Something that will illuminate things for you.

Well -- all right.

[Not so much as even a whisper of disobedience, and Chilton stood up to follow Starr away and out the door.

He barely registered being outside, he was so transfixed by what might happen.]

[ Since this was essentially a business venture, Starr took the keys to the company van -- opening the door for Chilton to give him a small taste of preferential treatment. And once the man was inside, Starr circled to the driver's seat. ]

It's about twenty minutes outside of the city. But you've no appointments to get to until later in the afternoon, correct?

[ Chilton had called Starr in to play a little game, and surely he allowed himself plenty of time for that game to flourish. ]

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