Zane POV
And I thought my study couldn’t get more crowded.
In addition to the usual suspects of Travis, Rucker, Whitmore, and Wilson, we now had Ted sitting in one corner, typing away but still managing to listen to every word, and Dr. Hayes in the other corner, nodding to himself.
Add Sarah and me to the mix, and the room was full, except for the various laptops showing the full-screen faces of Melissa, Shotz, and Delia, with a shared screen for Ambassador Torrin and her son, Claude.
We’d had a little trouble at the beginning of the meeting getting people on task. Shotz wanted to talk about the mine, Claude kept bringing up his channel for no reason I could see, and Delia and Melissa talked about doing a documentary. Sarah, goddess bless her, reminded everyone we had a specific purp
