The days following the Island Futures Fair were filled with a renewed sense of energy and purpose. Everywhere I went, people were talking about the ideas they'd seen, the possibilities they'd discovered. It was heartening to see, but I knew we couldn't rest on our laurels. Roth was still out there, and I had a feeling he wasn't done with us yet.
One morning, about a week after the fair, I was in my office when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," I called, looking up from the stack of papers on my desk.
Louise entered, her face serious. "Bella, we need to talk."
I felt a knot form in my stomach. "What's wrong?"
Louise sat down across from me, her brow furrowed. "I've been hearing rumors. Apparently, Roth has been meeting with some of the larger countries in the region. I think he
