71: Piran
Piran
Piran didn’t expect to be offered a seat, or a drink. He took the first—perched forward, kept his arms tight to his sides—but said no to the drink. No knowing what Macklyn would put in it.
The boss sat behind the desk, some kind of terminal-art display on the wall behind him, all colours and blocks that slowly morphed. If Piran saw it repeat, it would mean he’d been in here too long.
Hell, even being in here for five seconds was too long. This was Macklyn’s office! Second level, through all those secure doors, past those hard-looking guards. Even Casey looked nervous.
She sat to the side of the desk, angled so she kind-of backed Macklyn up. Would’ve done that anyway—she was Kaiahive, wasn’t going to take Piran’s side over theirs. But she shuffled, and looked arou
