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DELEGATE NAMION’S control over my message account came into being overnight. The volume of messages I received went from hundreds to precisely . . . zero.
“What the hell?” I complained to Devlin. “How am I supposed to work like this?”
I contacted the Delegate’s office to ask if I could have my correspondence and was told by a sullen-voiced man that there wasn’t any.
“That’s impossible!” I said. “What about the agenda for the upcoming meeting? What about the captain? What about Marin Federza?”
“The agenda hasn’t yet been released—”
“But the meeting is tomorrow morning.”
“There was a last-moment amendment. You will get the new version after the Delegate comes in and determines the final items to be added. It’s still very early, as you’re sure aware.”
How politely could one say f**k
