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Shae always felt a flutter in her stomach before interviews, even the most mundane ones. There was always pressure to perform, to adjust her wording, her tone and her mannerisms to extract as much as possible from the subject. But this time, as she rode the lift to the Head-of-Council’s office, her stomach churned,
She breathed steadily, thankful that she’d opted for a loose-fitting outfit, and told herself this was only an interview. It wasn’t like the man who had so publicly executed poor Layman was going to do away with her in his office, was it?
The lift stopped and the doors opened. Shae fingered the pendant around her neck as she stepped into the antechamber.
There was nobody to greet her, but the screen by the double doors ahead flashed green, and she took that as a w
