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Principles of Synergy. If it had not been for North and her work, you might not have your present cushy job with Psynergy, Inc.”
    Clementine gave a snort of muffled laughter.
    Byron groaned and put a hand to his forehead as though he had suddenly taken ill. “Please, not another lecture,Amaryllis, I beg you. I’m still recovering from the one you gave me yesterday.”
    â€œBut she’s so good at them,” Clementine murmured.
    Amaryllis flushed. She was still not accustomed to the phenomenon of office humor. There were too many occasions when she could not tell the difference between good-natured teasing and more serious remarks. Things had been different at the university, she reflected. Sometimes she missed the sober, serious-minded atmosphere of the Department of Focus Studies. But only sometimes.
    â€œThe point here,” Byron continued in the painstakingly exaggerated tone one used to explain basic synergy to a child, “is that you have landed one very big fish for good old Psynergy, Inc., Amaryllis. I’d ask for a raise right now if I were you. Timing is everything in business, you know.”
    Amaryllis smiled wryly. “I appreciate the advice, Byron. But I think I’d better hold off asking for a raise. I have a feeling Mr. Trent is not going to be a happy, satisfied client when this job is finished.”
    Clementine’s eyes widened in alarm. “What the hell are you talking about? Why shouldn’t he be a satisfied customer? I know he’s a nine, but you can handle him. Hell, you’re a full-spectrum prism. You’re certified for tens.”
    â€œIt’s not that.” Amaryllis studied the contract unhappily. “There won’t be any problem focusing his talent. But he’s looking for answers, and I don’t think he’s going to get the ones he wants.”
    â€œSo?” Byron frowned. “He has to pay the same fee, whether he gets his answers or not.”
    â€œYes, but he probably won’t go away happy,” Amaryllis said. “You know how it is with high-class talents. They tend to be arrogant and difficult. When they don’t get the results they want, they usually blame the prism who worked with them. They claim the focus was of poor quality or not strong enough to handle their psychic energy.”
    Clementine’s gaze sharpened. “You said it was a security job. What’s Trent looking for?”
    Amaryllis sighed. “Brace yourself, because you’re not going to believe this. He thinks a strong hypno-talent hasused psychic suggestion to force one of his executives to steal proprietary information from Lodestar Exploration.”
    â€œA hypno-talent?” Byron’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
    â€œThat’s ridiculous.” Clementine scowled. “That kind of thing never happens except in films or an Orchid Adams novel.”
    â€œPsychic vampire,” Byron whispered in a voice laced with theatrical dread. “Able to seduce innocent lady prisms and turn them into love slaves.”
    Clementine grimaced. “Sounds like Trent may have spent a little too much time out in the jungle.”
    Amaryllis regarded the contract with morose foreboding. “I tried to talk him out of it.”
    â€œWhat?” Clementine nearly fell off her perch on the corner of the desk. “You tried to talk him out of the contract? Are you crazy? He’s the most important client we’ve ever had.”
    â€œI’m afraid he’s going to be the most dissatisfied client we’ve ever had,” Amaryllis said. “That’s not going to be good for business, Clementine.”
    â€œDamn.” Clementine pursed her lips, obviously weighing the pros and cons of the situation.
    An air of gloom settled on the small office.
    â€œHey, look on the bright side,” Byron said after a moment. “They call Trent the Iceman. He’s a living legend. He didn’t