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Daventree devoted his attention to that morning’s set task—not because he wanted to, but because he needed to avoid the troubling notions that had plagued his sleep. He took another sip of his drink, relishing the bitter kick.
“Tricky one?” Yanthi said. Daventree looked over the desk at his colleague. “You were muttering under your breath. You need another point of view on it?”
Daventree was about to decline the offer, but maybe communication would provide another distraction. “That would be greatly appreciated, thank you.”
She wheeled her chair over, pushing too hard and colliding with Daventree—and that must have been why her hand rested on his leg, just for a moment. But she regained her composure, and asked him to explain.
He did so, running through the possibilitie
