The actual entry at the end was sealed and guarded, but instead of passing through, they stopped at the last door on the right.
Whoever had summoned her, it wasn't Tanzan Mino. His array of personal kobun weren't lined up outside. In fact, there were no guards at all.
The leather-jacketed escorts pulled open the door, and one entered ahead of her, one behind. Inside was a large metal desk, equipped with banks of phones and rows of buttons.
Sitting behind the desk was Vera Karanova.
"Did you sleep well?" She glanced up, then immediately signaled for the kobun to absent themselves.
"Did you?" Eva looked her over—the severe designer suit, black, topped off with a string of gray Mikimoto pearls. It was a striking contrast to the short-haired engineers bustling outside.
What riveted her attention, however, was resting on the desk next to the banks of phones and switches. A Zenith.
"We have some time this morning." Vera ignored the
response as she brushed at her carefully groomed dark hair. "I thought we should use it productively."
"Lots of luck, Comrade."