The Matriarch smiled bitterly and stepped closer to the Prime Minister, his secretary trailing behind.
“I wonder,” she said, her voice calm but icy, “when Cipher Zero started interfering in Grayson matters?”
Her eyes swept the room. “From what I know, the Graysons are still at Third Rank. They should act freely, without checks.”
The Prime Minister laughed awkwardly. “I’m flabbergasted by your thinking, Selene.”
She kept her posture perfect. She would not look fragile in front of him, not after everything.
He leaned in slightly. “You’re old enough now. You shouldn’t entangle yourself in delicate matters. I believe you understand what’s in that file—more dangerous to ILLVAR than to the Graysons. Nathaniel should never touch it. I hope you get my meaning… or perhaps the House of Grayson
