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shrugged. “Roxy Tam is of no consequence.”
“But bears watching, nonetheless,” Djeserit insisted.
Pyotr inclined his head. “If you wish. Send one of
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your men.” She wouldn’t. It was a waste of manpower.
They both knew it. Roxy Tam had asked her questions
and left without answers. As would be the outcome if
she returned.
“Who have you chosen?” Djeserit asked, changing
the subject in her typical abrupt manner.
“I suggest our newest member,” he replied. It was not
a suggestion. It was an absolute. But let Djeserit pretend
her opinion mattered. It cost him nothing to pretend.
She moved to stand by her desk, a massive affair
of chrome and glass that dominated the far wall. The
room was luxurious, fitted with rich carpets and overstuffed brown leather couches. Windowless. Only one
entry, a door guarded by two sentries, Djeserit’s personal picks, loyal to her unto death. The room and
hallway beyond were scoured for bugs morning and
evening. There was absolutely no possibility that their
privacy would be breached.
Though they were equal in the Cult of Setnakht,
High Reverends both, Djeserit had chosen to have this
meeting on her turf without clarifying his assent. A
petty insult. One Pyotr was not interested in repaying.
If he got his nose out of joint for every small snub or
affront, he would be a poor leader, indeed. And he meant
to be a great leader, a supreme leader, an immortal
leader.
He could afford to be magnanimous.
