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When she pushed open the door to Bil Hendrel’s office, Anna found him sitting behind his desk. He looked up when she came in. “Operative Lenai,” he said. “It’s good to see you.”
Striding across the room at a brisk pace, Anna smiled for the man. “Director,” she said with a nod. “What are we doing about this?”
“This?”
Anna stood over him with her arms crossed, a tight frown on her face. “This latest assault against immigrants,” she said. “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard.”
The chief director studied her for a long moment and then offered the tiniest grunt. “I’ve heard,” he said almost reluctantly. “At the moment, we’re not doing anything.”
“Is this a joke?”
“If it is, I’m not laughing.”
With a heavy sigh, Anna sat down across from him, hands gripping the armrests. She never took her
