NICK
“H
ey Nick- Hannah Martins
is here for your 1 o’clock.” Without glancing at the door I waved Thomas off, choosing instead to frown as I scrolled through my e-mails. Two of my transplants were late, still gathering up their families and belongings. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t mind the delay; they were just assistants, after all. They’d also been recent deciders, and I knew it’d take a bit more effort than usual.
Everyone else was already here, and the offices were finally ready to be used.
A soft knock pulled my attention, forcing me from my computer screen to find Hannah standing in the doorway. Her hair was pulled back into a cradle net, freeing her face to show off that smile that never seemed to leave her. Crisp, starched clothes hugged her frame, and I contemplated how s
