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Leopold watched Kharem leave, and the instant the door closed he felt his whole being relax. Genna’s Right-Hand was a hard man to read, and his presence always troubled Leopold.
“I could do with a drink. Would you, Leopold?” Genna waved towards the small cabinet against one wall of her office.
“Of course. I myself feel a tad parched. What would you like?” Leopold rose and walked across the room.
“Just water. I need a clear head.”
“Ice?”
She nodded as he turned, and he saw the slight smile on her lips. Maybe it was because he’d only used a single word to ask that question. He knew she was constantly monitoring his progress, as if he were some creature to be studied—and, he supposed, in many ways he was. And he was doing the same with her, and Kharem, and the others he had t
