CHAPTER ELEVEN
“About time you got here. I pay taxes to keep you employed, just remember it, Sibbritt.”
Trev raised his eyebrows but chose to ignore the bait from Jonas. “Come through.” He held the door between the tiny entrance area and the station open. “Take a seat at my desk and I’ll be right with you.” Trev gestured to his desk and kept going.
Koby hovered over the coffee machine with a questioning look. The new coffee machine was the most popular part of the station. Trev lowered his voice. “Head back to your desk and do some work, but listen in. I’d like your take on the conversation later.”
With a nod, Koby returned to his desk and made himself appear busy.
“Coffee, Jonas?” Trev offered.
“I’ve already waited half an hour so no. I’m here to discuss certain rumours about me whi
