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Anything to make her happy. He pushed a button on the dash, and a smooth female voice responded with, “How may I serve you, sir?”
He scowled.
“How may I serve you?”Abigail repeated. “Is that how you like to be addressed?”
“Goddamn it. Fucking Bonds.”
She laughed.
“Damn prankster.” With a sigh, he explained what was going on. “Bonds is debuting a new product at the upcoming tradeshow in Vegas. I’m beta testing the project.”
“What is it?”
“I’m swearing you to secrecy.”
She rolled her eyes. “As if anyone would believe me anyway. There are always so many rumors about what he’s doing, including intergalactic travel.”
“He’s calling it a chief of staff. It doesn’t just respond to your commands. Its AI integration allows it to do your scheduling, remind you of your priorities, handle tasks like shopping, even block certain people from reaching you. Not just an assistant, but an extension of your own brain. He developed the idea while watching a documentary on the president of the United States. Chief of staff is considerably more important than any assistant.”
“True. Honestly I find it a little terrifying.”
“I’d agree, if it wasn’t so glitchy.”
“Do you still require my assistance, your lordship?”
Was it his imagination or did his chief of staff’s tone change? The thing was more annoying every minute. He gave Abigail a quick glance. “Tell her what to do. Let’s see how well she responds to your voice.”
“Please play classic “Jingle Bells.”
Dead silence echoed through the car.
“I’m sorry, your lordship. My programming informs me that you’re a scrooge and won’t have a female companion with you.”
Abigail grinned, then tried to smother it behind her hand when he shot her a frown. “I’m sorry.” Her attempt to be polite failed, and she ended up laughing. “You’ve got to admit, that’s some funny stuff there.”
“I think Bonds will like you.”
“Oh, he does, your lordship.”
Hayes tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Not you, asshole. I was referring to the lady.”
“Begging your pardon, sir.”
“My companion made a request, and it’s your job to make her happy.”
“Indubitably.”
“Report you programming bug to Bonds.”
“Terribly sorry, sir. I don’t understand your request. There’s been no error at all. I’ve precisely performed the way the Genius intended.”
“Evidently the chief of staff isn’t quite ready for prime time.”
“I heard that.”
“You were meant to.”
The voice huffed.
