CHAPTER EIGHT
WHEN THE DOOR OPENED, Mich stormed inside and halted in front of Daeh’s desk.
“I expected you earlier,” he told her, walking around to resume his seat.
Doing her best to calm down, she stared at the picture frame on the wall behind her boss’s head. The holograph print was of a legendary city from the One Planet story. Earth—the supposed place from which all life came. The city this print depicted was called New York. Glass towers rose high into a sky empty of ships and space-capable aircraft. What a load of rubbish. Earth was nothing more than a fairytale; nevertheless, it was a pretty picture. It suited the room well, catching the afternoon light that streamed in from the large bay window over her right shoulder.
Daeh gestured toward the empty seat in front of his desk.
