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“Another b****y meeting,” Rodin muttered as he sat at the table. There was a glass of water in front of him, no doubt thanks to Kester, and he placed his screen next to it, swiping to wake the device.
“We didn’t have one yesterday,” Vanya said, easing herself into the seat to Rodin’s left.
“Third this week, though.”
“There’s a lot to sort out.”
“Then why waste time talking?”
“At least look as if you’re concentrating.”
“I am. Doesn’t mean I have to smile like Kester. Or Daventree.”
Those two sat to Rodin’s right, and were already talking together, sharing some data on their screens. Like a couple of kids with a new slingshot—only Daventree would have no idea what to do with something like that.
No. That was unfair. He’d been training with weapons over the last few months
