The Draconian Woman. Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight – The Library Between Seconds On Monday morning, Serakha was exactly seven minutes early for work. Not because she enjoyed punctuality. She considered punctuality the minimum acceptable level of respect. Emma was already waiting outside the office. "You look worried." "I've had a strange dream." Serakha smiled. "Good." Emma frowned. "Good?" "In my experience, reality usually begins by pretending to be a dream." "...You always make things sound suspicious." "Experience has earned that privilege." By noon, the office had descended into its usual state of carefully organized confusion. Someone had accidentally replied to the entire company. Someone else had forgotten the password to a presentation. The printer had declared war on humanity once again. Martin from Accounting walked past carrying three mugs of coffee. "Morning, Commander." "I thought we agreed not to call me Commander....