Chapter Ten
July 23, 2229, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Home of Carlos Kandarian
A young maid in a somber dark uniform, who was barely more than a teenager, escorted Erik and Jia down a long hallway, her expression serene but unchanging.
Erik had saved a lot of money over his career in the military, but he wasn’t sure he could afford the rug or the handful of the paintings hanging in the hallway. He knew the art was expensive if even he could recognize it. Kandarian had an entire level on top of a tower to himself.
Erik could only guess how expensive that might be.
They’d sent a request to meet. Erik had expected stubborn refusal, but Kandarian’s people had replied quickly, saying he was eager to discuss the bank incident. That made sense. The bank wanted to cover their asses, b
