4
Roses and Witch Hats
I was surprised once again at the size of Cornelius’s office. It was maybe a third the size of Alex’s. Although knowing that Alex owned the entire building did provide a new context. And Alex did sometimes sleep in his office, like last night. I couldn’t envision Cornelius crashing on a futon in the corner.
I sat down in the indicated chair, not entirely sure how I’d managed to sneak into this meeting. But if I stayed really quiet, maybe Cornelius wouldn’t boot me out.
Alex sat down and said, “I’m not on call, so this is outside the realm of my duties as an emergency responder.”
It was a weird way to start a conversation that we hoped would lead to us—or at least him—being hired by the Society to find Dyson.
Cornelius steepled his fingers. “We don’t even know t
