The Draconian Woman. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven The Species That Shouldn't Work The compass refused to point north. It refused to point south. It ignored east. It ignored west. Instead... it pointed toward Emma. Every. Single. Time. Serakha tested it all week. She placed it on her office desk. It pointed toward Emma. She carried it into the elevator. Emma. She turned it upside down. Emma. She even locked it inside a metal filing cabinet. Still... Emma. Martin from Accounting watched the experiment with growing concern. "...Is that normal?" Serakha looked at the tiny brass compass. "No." "So..." "Should we be worried?" "I am." Martin swallowed. "About...the compass?" "No." "About the implications." Martin decided that was enough science for one day and quietly returned to his spreadsheets. That evening Emma was making pasta. Again. "You know," Serakha observed, "approximately forty-three percent of your meals involve pa...