Nyx
The message waited at the public service desk under her own name.
No secret mark. No warning hidden in a folded corner. A Silvaine receiving agent wanted to discuss a delivery discrepancy before she made it more expensive.
Nyx read it twice.
The wording was familiar. Expensive meant somebody with the authority to charge her had become inconvenienced.
She asked when the message had arrived. Shortly before her inspection of the west stair, the clerk said. The sender had left an office address and a return reference. Nyx copied both, then bought a piece of bread from the stall outside.
She ate it before going.
The stallholder offered to wrap the bread. Nyx shook her head and stood out of the queue while she finished it. Going hungry wouldn't make the meeting shorter. It would only make her more willing to accept a quick answer so she could leave.
