Chapter 2“Agent Ritter, I have been meaning to talk to you about your e-mail,” the director said, her eyes like points of absolute darkness in the dimly lit room.
Some important executives preferred offices in the sky, light at their back making them look like the voice of God. Not so for the director of the CXO, whose office was actually underground and in a perpetual dim. Perhaps as a lion-shifter, she found her excellent night vision gave her an advantage in near darkness. Or maybe the dimness hid the bloodstains. Would-be assassins had breached the offices five times. Each time ended poorly for those hoping to inspire a softer CXO.
She pushed a sheet of paper across the desk, a blank page with a single exclamation point.
“Ah, yes, about that,” Ignacio said. He cleared his throat. “I
