Jacob practically sprinted for the door, clutching his datapad like a lifeline. "I'll have additional intel compiled by morning! Environmental analysis! Historical clear rates! Optimal pathing algorithms!"
He vanished into the hallway before anyone could respond.
Monica rose from the desk with deliberate movements. She paused at Bartholomew's terrarium, giving the snail one last gentle touch on his shell before turning to leave.
"Thank you for the opportunity." She bowed to me. Formal. Proper. The noble upbringing showing through. "I won't disappoint you."
"I know you won't."
She left.
Emi bounced to her feet, shoving her notebook into her bag with the enthusiasm of someone who'd been holding back energy for the entire meeting. She launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my torso in a hug that made my healing ribs protest.
