“DO YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT?” Sveen’s nasal tone grated on Mich’s nerves. It had been a long, tedious trip with many stops, bad food and loud children. Mich was not in the mood to be gregarious.
She yanked the annoying tendril of hair that kept falling over her face behind her ear. Aware her surly attitude wouldn’t convince Daeh’s assistant to help her, she couldn’t stop herself from clarifying. “My name is Investigator Mich Janelle and an appointment with the chief is what I’m trying to get.”
Sveen sat high in his chair and stared down his nose at her. His shirt was impeccably pressed and it rubbed her all wrong. She glanced at her own wrinkled and probably smelly shirt. She’d come straight from the hub after yet another massive flight delay, not wanting to waste any further time by get
