#Chapter 23: The Meeting

Iris Arthur’s office is the last place I’d like to be this morning. I’d much rather be spending my morning with Miles, or perhaps working on the new painting that came to mind late last night—an abstraction of waffles and strawberries bleeding thick, red blood. But instead, I’m here, walking through the opulent halls of his headquarters again. The secretary opens the door to Arthur’s office for me and gestures for me to enter. “The Alpha President will be right with you,” he says with a curt smile. Of course, Arthur isn’t even here yet. Of course he would make me wait. I take a seat in the slick leather chair across from his desk, the fabric squeaking as I settle in. For a moment, I glance around the room, taking in the pristine glass-top desk without so much as a finger smudge on it, the state-of-the-art computer, the glass of water refracting tiny rainbows across the desk’s surface, and most of all… The golden award for the Ordan Historical Society