THE MINISTER FOR GLOBAL Security was a large woman. In her expansive kaftan and long, straightened hair, she didn’t really look like she was responsible for the security of every living human being on the planet, but her manner made up for her relaxed dress code. When Sayen was shown into her office, the woman didn’t look up from her interface for several long moments.
Sayen wondered if she should cough or something. She hadn’t expected this kind of reception.
“Sit down,” said the woman without looking up.
Sayen sat opposite her and folded her hands in her lap, wondering if she was in for a long wait.
The woman swiped her interface, and the screen turned black. Only then did she lift her head. She looked into Sayen’s eyes for an uncomfortably long time.
“Sayen Lee,” she said.
“Yes, m
