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“So, you disclosed the existence of the Ganymede base.” Larani Tal stood with her back turned in front of the large window in her office. The woman wore a white skirt and a green blouse, her hair tied up in a ponytail. Her voice cracked like a whip, sending tiny shivers through Anna.
Jena leaned against the opposite wall with her arms folded, directing a scowl at the other woman. “Anna was right to do it,” she insisted. “Larani, you need to see past your comfortable delusions.”
Larani turned.
A tight frown deepened the creases on her forehead as she fixed her gaze on Jena. “Is that so, Director Morane?” she snapped. “Tell me, what sort of incriminating evidence do you have this time? Perhaps some innuendo? A little supposition?”
Closing her eyes, Jena looked away. The touch of red i
