Whoever he was, Orvaan hadn’t been an ordinary secretary. One of his rings had a hidden hinge where he could conceal poison or something more unpredictable. And from the way he stood, Syrina was guessing he had a knife hidden under his left pant leg. Probably other weapons, too. He was confident that he could tell when someone wasn’t being honest with him. He was probably good at it, too, when it wasn’t a Kalis doing the lying. That meant his boss had confidence in him. Lees’s profile didn’t carve him out to be the sort of guy who hired people as egotistical as Orvaan unless they had something to back it up with. Orvaan was a hit-man and an interrogator, maybe a straight-up torturer.
One other thing was also certain—the files in the lobby that Orvaan kept pretending to be busy with weren’
