Arian’s black eyes bore into Cove.
“As always, it has not been a pleasure. I hope we can have a society that grows to welcome all people within it,” Ciaran said. He stood and nodded for Cove to follow him.
Mika cut off the interview, sighing as it ended. She wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Tension boiled in the room. Cove flushed, unsure what he had done that was so wrong. Arian and Astrid were livid. Astrid’s hands shook, and Arian stalked him as if he were prey. Even Ciaran had paled, their hands still interconnected.
“What part of apologize was lost on you? Instead, you criticize our currency,” Arian yelled, grabbing Cove by the shoulder.
Cove pulled away from Arian, frightened.
“When we transitioned from paper currency to oxygen, productivity increased tenfold. It’s what allow
