"Tell me. What are you intending to do, about the cost of living, and Imadéis Up's future?"
["…What?" ]
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'…