Secret Bet Preview
"Belle Jordan?" A young man's voice echoed with a c***k in it.
Belle stood from her desk by the window, which overlooked the Capitol Building as the door opened. Perhaps it was orders from her old military base or she was still in this habit, but she straightened her spine. "Yeah, who's this?"
Again a boy's voice squeaked. "I'm from FTL. I have a letter to deliver."
Civilians didn't stand at attention for delivery people. She forced herself to sit and fixed her long, brown braid behind her head. "Come in."
A boy, no more than eighteen years old in a bright yellow shirt appeared. The tension in her spine dissipated as the messenger held out a package and an electronic box. "I need you to sign here."
She scribbled her name and then stared at the letter. It was white,
