The door of the cabinet opened at the exact scheduled time.
The Yllamese ambassador was nothing if not punctual.
As he came in the minister welcomed him extending his hand. The ambassador shook it. He usually bowed, but the minister would never reciprocate.
He never bowed, not to anybody.
"I've heard," the minister said, "that your head of security died in a hotel in Ashford, after being involved in an attempt of k********g a Kalmari citizen. My condolences."
The minister was direct. He left the pleasantries to the Minister of the Exterior. He was a soldier, and he preferred to be straightforward.
"Yes," the ambassador said, wincing slightly. He was used to the minister by now, but he still found his frankness appalling. "So unfortunate. Now we'll never know what drove him to take hi
