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he turned to leave, but he seemed to be getting bigger. I wondered if the altitude was having an effect on me.

    The dark mist swirled around Benjy as he scuttled back through the far door and out.

    “You must forgive my brother. He’s… he’s been stressed lately.”

    I’ve been stressed lately , I thought, But I never sprouted fur and claws . We sat at opposite sides of the table. My hunch was that the secretive Mr Grarr wouldn’t be forthcoming or open up too much about his transformative twin. I thought I would attempt to start with something general and neutral.

    “Why did you want to do this interview in the first place?”

    “I didn’t. Mr Hiram Bottram told me I have to do it.” Well, at least I got a clear and direct answer. I pressed on.

    “Who’s he?”

    “Mister Hiram Bottram graduated top of his class at Princeton in corporate law, and top of his class at Harvard in business administration. He left his post-graduate neuropsychology class to set up the web site Tinglz,”

    “ Tinglz? The dating site?”

    “That’s what it is, yes.”

    “He’s some kind of a genius.”

    “We don’t like that word, ‘genius.’”

    “Why?”

    “Because it doesn’t mean anything. It only ever means that somebody is better at doing something than the person who is calling them a genius. There’s no test you can give that will tell you reliably and repeatably that this person is a genius and this person is not.”

    “But it means somebody with exceptional intelligence.”

    “I know what people think it means. It’s what they used to call us all the time, ‘Oh, he’s a genius . They’re all geniuses .’”

    “‘We?’ ‘Us?’”

    “Yes, my brothers and I when we were at school. It’s one of the names that people called us.” The scowl folded deep furrows in his brow. He was pant-wettingly gorgeous. ‘Brothers,’ I noticed. Plural. “But don’t interrupt, please, I haven’t finished answering your question. Mister Hiram Bottram is the leading expert in social media and image presentation, so I engaged Mister Hiram Bottram to be in charge of my image presentation because I need a public image. The reason I need a public image is because I have to float a part of my business on the New York Stock Exchange in order to raise some capital. According to Mister Hiram Bottram, the New York Stock Exchange wont buy shares in my business unless I have an image. So that is who he is, and that is why I am doing this interview.”

    “Not because you want to do it.”

    “No. How long will you need to be here to do the interview?”

    “I don’t know. Until I can find a story.”

    “That’s it, isn’t it. That’s always it. Everybody wants a story. I don’t see why. And I don’t understand why people want a story that’s been made up and distorted when a simple presentation of the facts is always better.”

    “Tell me about your brothers. I didn’t know you had brothers.”

    “Nobody knows. Nobody’s supposed to know. We don’t tell anyone about it. People ask too many questions as it is. You’re asking too many questions.” I hadn’t started. This was going to be pretty hard work. And I wasn’t even going to get paid for it. “Now you know, so I suppose I have to tell you so you don’t keep asking questions about it, but you mustn’t put it in your interview. You mustn’t say anything in your interview about my brothers, or even that I have brothers.”

    “O-kay…”

    “You have to give me your word. You have to promise me that you aren’t going say anything about me having any brothers. Not to anybody, not only in your interview but to anybody at all. You have to give me your word that you wont, and if you do, I will have to make something bad happen to you.”

    “That’s quite a hard thing to promise.”

    “No, it isn’t. It’s not hard, you just say ‘I promise not to reveal anything to anybody about Bernhard Grarr having any brothers, and I give my

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