Liam
Jonathan was already in my office when I arrived, leaning against the edge of my desk with that look on his face that meant we were about to have one of those conversations that were half business and half headache for me.
“Pack issues,” he started before I’d even sat down. “The southern border’s clear. Patrol caught wind of a couple of strays, but they moved on without causing any trouble.”
I nodded, shrugging off my jacket and tossing it onto the back of the chair. “Good. What about the supply shipments to the east? What’s the update?”
“They arrived last night, all in good condition,” he said, then straightened and held out a slim stack of files to me. “And then there’s… this.”
I took them from him, flipping the first page open. Inside were proposals, budgets, projections and o
