The Boss closes the door behind Ambrose and quickly goes to speak to Brianna and Hunter. "Do not think poorly of me. This is all going according to plan." Observing the area he notices the tray containing the four wisdom teeth. He picks one up and examines it as he talks. "That child comes from a place rich in shifters. If he can come to trust me, he will lead them into the palm of my hand. We will have all the research subjects we will ever need instead of picking up strays from the back alleys of dirty streets."
"You're talking about a psychological attack?" Brianna observed, still a little shocked but equally impressed. She knew that her employer was smart, but had no idea about how brutal he truly was. "Well, a psychological attack works best with repeated use-"
"Do not think that I am so old as to have my mind lost." The Boss cut her off. "I am well aware of what needs to be done." He glances between the two of them. "From this moment on the boy is to believe that you two are working of your own accord. Come and find him in a little while. Make it appear as if you have stolen him from me. A game of cat and mouse shall be started." He put the tooth down. "But, ah, not you Brianna. See what you can whip up from the stem cells in these teeth." He nods at Hunter. "The, ah, hunting," he chuckles a little at his joke, "shall be left up to you. Consider both of your salaries raised. Now, if you would excuse me, I have a little boy to comfort." With that, he exits the room and joins Ambrose. "My boy, you look awful. How does a soft bed and a warm drink sound to you?"