The summons arrived through the administrative runner at 6:40 in the morning, which meant Caelum had written it before Wren reached the kitchen for her shift.
She read it while the first batch of stock was still coming up to temperature: Omega W. Calloway is requested in the administrative wing at 10:00 a.m. for supply discrepancy review. Alpha’s office, third floor.
The runner waited for acknowledgment. She gave it. The runner left. She folded the note into her apron pocket and returned to the stock, and for the next three hours she managed morning service with the same precision she brought to every shift, while the part of her mind that ran parallel to her hands worked through what the summons meant and did not mean.
It meant he had found a discrepancy she had not caught, or one she
