Social Engineering

“Mrs. Dallon has chosen to avoid me,” I said. “If I'm given permission, I can likely take care of the problem.”

Meaning that if I was given free reign, I could social engineer the fight right out of Carol Dallon. I already had an idea of some of her weak spots just from the few minutes we'd been in the same room. Given a little time, and I could bring her around. It might take longer than I liked, depending on how resistant she was, but I was confident that I'd get there eventually. There were signs of old guilt written all over her, and old guilt was a good place to pry.

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Choice