KARINA
Kole did not move toward me. He didn't even look in my direction. Instead, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, tossed it carelessly over the back of a leather chair, and picked up a printed cargo manifest from the edge of the glass conference table and tapped on it twice, quickly.
"The logistics for the secondary vanguard housing are slightly skewed," Kole remarked, his voice a casual, low rumble as he began to slowly pace a wide circle around the perimeter of the room. "The northern ridge requires an extra shipment of structural steel before the frost locks the ground. If the trucks get delayed, the expansion timeline pushes back three weeks."
I kept my hands planted flat against the smooth glass of the table, my knuckles turning a bloodless white.
My heart hammered a frantic, erra
