Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 974

Chapter 974: Fed Up Kaiden

"Alright," Kaiden said, when it finally let him talk. "Rook, can we answer all of it tonight? Annex, contract, case law, the whole stack certified. I want our answer on record before his report is."

"With pleasure."

Vespera came forward off the doorway, took the tablet out of Rook’s hands, and worked down the citation stack once, top to bottom. She gave it back squared into Rook’s palm and went inside, and the doorway got out of her way.

"He didn’t close the file, though," Doug said, to his clipboard, mostly to himself. "There’s no determination, so there’s nothing for us to appeal. Hobbes read his out loud before he left the lot."

...

The ops floor at seven that evening still smelled like the day, coffee gone stale on three desks and somebody’s cold dinner abandoned on a fourth.

Kaiden stood at the map table without doing anything useful, and the floor worked quietly around him and left him to it.

He had been reasonable since eight that morning.

He had told the whole compound to be boring, he had stood in his own mess hall while a stranger wrote down the words his family used for each other, and he had swallowed every single thing he wanted to say.

He stopped being reasonable at about ten past seven.

The call went up on the floor speakers, the way the Lazarus call had. Grace picked up on the second ring, with the preliminary summary already in front of her.

"Guild Master Grey."

"Grace. You know why I’m calling, I assume."

"I do."

"Then tell me you can stop it."

"I can’t."

"Then who can?"

"Nobody, and I need you to hear that instead of deciding I’m hiding behind it."

Papers moved on her end.

"The Bureau is a department. So are we. We sit next to them, not above them, and on their own paper they spent today doing their job."

"The Chairman can’t order them off it. Neither can the President. Anyone who tries is a powerful man telling an investigation to stop, and that headline is worse than anything in their file."

Kaiden put one hand flat on the map table.

"My guild is a week old."

"I know."

"We haven’t run a single gate together. Not one." His voice was climbing and he let it climb. "Four hundred people signed with me to fight, and every day since they got here has gone to men with clipboards. Half of them still don’t know their own team’s names."

"Kaiden-"

"Do you know what we should be doing tonight? Drills. Rotations. Getting them ready for whatever comes next, because something always comes next, and when it does nobody is going to check whether my kitchen had the right laminate."

"They cited the lemonade," Nyx said from her desk, without looking up.

"A jug of lemonade, in a federal file, about our house," Luna added for good measure. Just in case it wasn’t clear.

The floor had gone quiet enough to hear the pump under the stairs.

"So I’m done being dull. I did dull all day and they still wrote my house up like a labor camp."

Grace was quiet long enough that Luna raised her head from her seat on the stairs.

"I have been telling people to keep their heads down for as long as I’ve had this desk," she said, "and they cited your lemonade. You don’t have to sell me on angry."

Calypso’s tail stopped moving against the floor.

"But angry doesn’t come with a lever, and I’m not handing you a promise tonight that I’d have to break by Friday. I can’t stop it. I can make it expensive."

"Meaning what."

"Meaning the Chairman sees the routing of that order before he sleeps, and by tomorrow somebody is asking out loud how a complaint from five poached employees turned into a six-person deployment in a day."

"They cleaned it last time," Nyx said. "Everything I reached had been touched before I got there."

"Then they clean it again, and cleaning leaves a smell." Something scraped on Grace’s end, a chair or a drawer. "It’s what I have."

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