#Chapter 147 Ransom

Grace Sitting at my office desk at Wolfe Medical, I was surrounded by stacks of documents and the gentle hum of activity that characterized any workday. Amira had come in just after I arrived with more transfers to review, as well as a few reports from the procurement department of Wolfe Medical. Margaret and Seraphina were back in the lab reviewing research about the new formulation, and I wished I could be down there with them rather than swimming in paperwork. On the bright side, Eason had provided an exhaustive analysis of where Mooncrest stood in relation to the nine requirements necessary to become a Senate-level territory. He even had a checklist at the top of the documents and trackers that looked more orderly than unnecessary. They seemed to be pulling information from somewhere and would update themselves, luckily. Currently, we have a population of just under fifty thousand people, a land stake of about five percent of the required amount, a laughable amount of assets,