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Daventree woke early, and the anticipation of a few moments in quiet discussion with Yanthi propelled him through his morning ablutions. He believed he’d have a few moments to compose himself before her arrival, but when he opened the door to the office he was met by disappointment.
Yanthi was not yet present, but Daventree didn’t have the room to himself.
“Good morning, Lybor” Daventree called, heading to the dispenser so that he wouldn’t have to look at the man, wouldn’t have to risk his colleague sensing his mood. But Lybor didn’t respond, so engrossed was he in his screen.
“I take it you’re working on a tough task.” The dispenser gurgled, and Daventree took the steaming mug. “Apologies if I’m interrupting.” He sat, the chair creaking.
Lybor looked up. The man was as pal
