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Everything about being stuck in a room with Bonnie – from his smell to just his presence – had Cathryn sick, but she decided it was a bad idea to try asking him to leave. Instead, she attempted to ignore him by staring at the different papers that were scattered on the floor. But that wasn't enough. She needed something to really distract her.
She found herself gravitating towards the different stacks of folders and paperwork lying on the desk, finally turning her back to the robot. Maybe it was stupid, but this was probably the only time she would ever get to clean her office. At least if none of the other animatronics decided to show up.
It didn't take long for Cathryn to feel Bonnie's eyes on her. He watched as she took her time reading and organizing papers into differently sized piles. One stack that held her attention contained half-finished work and reports about the quality of the building. Some good, some bad. One even mentioned the broken kitchen camera, which had Cathryn wondering how long it'd been malfunctioning.
"What are you doing?" Bonnie eventually asked.
Cathryn wanted to snap at him and comment about his interviewing remark, but she bit her tongue and swallowed the urge. She liked her head.
"Cleaning," she said simply. If she kept her responses swift, he probably wouldn't get mad at her.
"Why?"
"It's dirty." Bonnie didn't respond and let her get back to work. Cathryn wasn't sure that she was actually making the place cleaner – given that she couldn't find a trash can anywhere in her office – but at least the mess felt tidier. When she finally uncovered the leather-bound notebook, she used the tip of a pencil to push it to the farthest side of the desk.
She was just wondering if Bonnie would comment about it when she heard a strange rustling sound and spun around to find the rabbit shifting through her beach bag she'd left on the floor!
"Hey!" It was probably stupid to yell at the robot, but it was instinctual. "Don't touch my stuff!"
Bonnie paid her little attention as he finished dumping the contents. Energy drinks clanked on the ground, any small treats or granola bars she'd brought fell into a clump, and the walkie talkie Markus had let her borrow made a sound that had her biting back a yelp. The walkie seemed to catch Bonnie's attention the most.
"What's this?" He held up the device.
"Give it to me."
"Are you in charge of me?"
"Bonnie, it's mine."
His eyes widened and he smiled, raising the walkie above his head threateningly. "Is it fragile?"
"Give it to me! It's special."
"Why?"
"It came from a friend."
"Who?"
Cathryn opened her mouth but hesitated. She wasn't sure if Bonnie could do anything to Markus if she revealed who he was, but it wasn't something she was interested in gambling. Instead, she blurted the first name that came to mind, "Milton."
"Who's that?"
A complete stranger. "A friend from school, now hand it over."
"Why should I?"
"Because I haven't done anything to purposely annoy you! All you do is taunt and scare me. What did I ever do to you? Why can't you just be nice and hand it over?"
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