Emily's smile just kept on growing with mischievous delight.  "Oh, I didn't mean actually hire you, just to get you inside."  She held Layla's hands in turn, keeping eye contact, her cheeks flushing just a little.  "Altmeyer's alright, sure, although..."  She paused for a moment, considering her words.  She already knew what she wanted to say, but just how to say it was questionable.  "Well, when he was younger, he was in some sort of accident or something that cost him his sight.  Both eyes have been burned out of his face, though he wears really big sunglasses so people won't see it."  It wasn't exactly pillow talk, but then, nothing could ruin Emily's mood, and Layla certainly seemed interested.<br/><br/>"Anyway, he's been blind his whole life, and I think he's starting to get really frustrated about it.  Like, he's been looking into miracle cures and scientific discoveries, wanting to find a way to get his eyesight back.  It seems like his mood just gets horribly worse every time he finds out another trick isn't going to work."  She considers a bit.  "He's also hiring outside consultants an awful lot.  I don't know what they do, but it seems like every year or so, he has a group of about half a dozen people or so come up and visit him.  They meet on occasion, but nobody knows what's going on there.  A lot of people think he's double-dipping."