Nia looked at the message for a long moment.
Is that a warning or an invitation?
She was still standing in the corridor outside her office with Rowan beside her and Seren's voice carrying clearly through the door she had moved on from briefing Mr. Roof and was now apparently conducting a full review of everything in Nia's bottom desk drawer with the systematic enthusiasm of someone who had been given unexpected access to an archive.
She typed back.
Both. Goodnight Darian.
She put the phone in her pocket before he could respond and pushed the office door open.
Rowan left at five with Seren under one arm and Mr. Roof under the other and the specific relieved energy of a man who had caused a situation and been forgiven for it more graciously than he deserved.
At the door he stopped.
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