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“Complicated how?” Emilia asked.
“There’s no explanation,” Varsha shrugged. “I can’t share feedback from the other nanny, but I suggest you be prepared for anything.”
“I’ll think it over,” Emilia said. “No promises.”
“You have fifteen minutes,” Varsha told her. “At that point we’ll have all clearances back and you’ll have to move forward, or I’ll have to choose someone else. Please don’t make me do that. Sending out someone who hasn’t even gone through training would be bad for everyone.”
“I’ll think about it,” Emilia said as she headed out of Varsha’s office and into the hallway.
She floated back to her desk in a haze, pulled out her chair, and then couldn’t bring herself to sit.
“You okay?” Janice asked, looking up at her.
Emilia nodded slowly.
“That bad, huh?” Janice said sympathetically.
“They gave me Employee of the Month,” Emilia said.
“Oh, wow, that comes with two lunch vouchers for two, right?” Janice asked hopefully.
“Then they asked me to go in the field,” she said.
“Why?” Janice asked, looking horrified. “Who’s going to take the calls?”
“You are,” Emilia said. “Sounds like the client is some very important guy, a friend of Sir Anyx’s. He’s desperate.”
“Important, huh?” Janice asked. “Who is it?”
“The name was familiar, but I can’t place it,” Emilia said. “Ra’as Drayven?”
It hit her that maybe she wasn’t supposed to share the name, but Janice was already typing furiously onto her holo-screen.
“Star architect,” Janice read out loud. “Top of his class at Bhimani Tech, won the Garr Award at thirty, oh, wow.”
“What?” Emilia asked, wondering what could be more impressive than winning the prestigious Garr award in architecture so young.
“He was named one of In Vogue Magazine’s Sexiest Bachelors of the Year,” Janice said. “Let’s find a pic. Oh, wow, yum.”
Emilia leaned over Janice’s shoulder to look at a stream screen of images.
There was an undeniably sexy black and white shot of a man in excellent physical shape wearing a half-unbuttoned Oxford, that must have been for In Vogue’s spread. He was a Kotenka, and even though a powerful body and wolflike ears were typical for his race, his sharply chiseled abs had to be beyond the norm.
But Emilia’s eyes were drawn to his professional headshot, which appeared periodically in the stream. The set of his jaw was determined. He had the expression of a man who was powerful, yet restrained.
But his pale blue eyes seemed fixed on a place far away and dreamlike - as if none of his worldly success mattered.
Emilia could imagine that even as the photo was taken, Ra’as Drayven was unable to drag his mind from the unquenchable thirst to build more.
“Sounds like he’s obsessed with work,” Janice said, having abandoned the image stream to look back at the various bios. “And the wife died in that attack on Nordholm. Man, I’d hate to be his kid.”
The attack on Nordholm, wow.
That tragic incident brought up unprecedented images of bloodshed and horror for all who knew about The Armada’s merciless attack.
After all, everyone in the galaxy feared The Armada.
The dictatorial governance of The Armada would take over whole systems by targeting the weakest planet.
