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“What about them?” I say.
“Tymon Zajac wants to meet with you.”
I hesitate. That’s serious. Zajac is the big boss. The Butcher of Bogota. But I don’t want him coming to my office.
“Let’s figure that out tomorrow,” I tell my father. I can’t have it on my mind tonight.
“Fine,” he says, straightening up and tugging the hem of his suit jacket back into place.
My mother gives him a once over to make sure he’s looking sharp, then she turns her eyes on me.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” she says, raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow.
“What about it?” I say.
“It’s a bit formal.”
“Dad’s wearing a suit.”
“She means you look like an undertaker,” my father remarks.
“I’m young. I want to look mature.”
“You still need style,” he says.
I sigh. I’m well aware of the importance of image. I recently started wearing some closely-trimmed facial hair, on the advice of my assistant. Still, it gets tiring changing your clothes three times a day to perfectly tailor your appearance to the occasion.
“I’ll sort it out,” I promise them.
As I leave the office, I see Riona in the hall. She’s already dressed for the party. She narrows her eyes at me.
“What were you doing in there?” she says suspiciously. She hates being left out of anything.
“We were going over the strategy for tonight.”
“Why wasn’t I invited?”
“Because I’m the one running for Alderman, not you.”
Two bright spots of color come into her cheeks—the signal since childhood that she’s offended.
“I need you to talk to Callahan for me,” I say, to smooth it over. To let her know she’s needed. “He’ll support me if you ask.”
“Yes, he will,” Riona says loftily. She knows she has the Police Chief wrapped around her finger. “He’s not bad looking, really,” she says. “Shame about his breath.”
“Don’t stand too close, then.”
She nods. Riona is a good soldier. She’s never let me down.
“Where’s Nessa?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “Running around god knows where. We should put a bell on her.”
“Well if you see her, send her my way.”
I haven’t actually wished Nessa a happy birthday yet or given her my present. I’ve been too damn busy.
I jog up the stairs, and then all the way down the hallway to my suite. I don’t love the fact that I’m still living with my family at thirty years old, but it makes it more convenient to work together. Besides, you’ve got to live in the district to be an Alderman, and I don’t have time for house hunting.
