A bit later, Thayu and I walked into the reception area of the Exchange, where it was deserted at this time of the day, and where the only evidence of the upheaval was Asha’s guards’ cobbled-together radio, which stood ready to be packed up or disposed of in the corner.
That, and at the top of the stairs, a couple of armed guards whom I had never seen, in a place where guards were not usually posted.
That didn’t make me feel any better.
In his office, Yetaris Damaru sat at the couch in the corner. Facing him on the other couch, back held ramrod straight, was Joyelin Akhtari.
Ah, that explained the guards. So, this was serious business, huh?
I sat down on the couch next to Yetaris.
There was a reader on the table, and when Thayu had also sat, Yetaris touched the corner to activate the
