"Tell me. What are you intending to do, about the cost of living, and Imadéis Up's future?"
Aultork asked, as he took his opponent to task.
Although he didn't appear so, Aultork was, in fact, a rather… shrewd fellow.
He had realised long ago that he was allergic to various things.
For example, work.
Getting things done? Tsk tsk tsk.
This was a thankless task.
It was better to get others to do the heavy lifting… then, afterwards, he would step in, to do the 'sifting'…