While she was musing, Apate waited patiently at the door. Carrie noticed her, smiled apologetically and went out, blinking in the strong light. She set her shoulders. She had prepared well for this meeting by reading up on the United Nations and similar organisations and studying the art of diplomacy. She was going to be a model of professionalism and decorum and prove her new boss wrong.
Chapter Five – Trouble in ParadiseAS THEY WALKED BETWEEN the low buildings, Carrie said, “Thanks for helping me out with the Foreign Secretary back there, Apate—is that your first or last name?” Like the buildings and the dandrobians, the name sounded familiar.
“We have only one name, dear. Each of us has a different name, you see, those few of us who are left.”
“Oh, has your population been shrinking?
