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– I mean your attempt to get into bed with him,” A’Leta hissed.

– Your father?! – I made a dumbfounded face. – I’m not interested in antiques!

Lunnica is furious, and that only serves me well.

– By the way, – I take out my phone and put it on the table, as if some kind of stumbling block. – Here’s a little advice. It’s free. And I almost wish I hadn’t used it. I could have easily come to the meeting with my recorder on, and it wouldn’t even have occurred to you to ask me to show my phone, or to turn it off for the duration of our conversation. But if I had recorded you, especially your grandiloquent remarks about an all-powerful parent and the “other ways” K’raig Shad’Far could have dealt with me, believe me – it would have been enough to destroy both his political ambitions and your father’s reputation. In sixty seconds of this recording, Shad’Far’s closest rival would have done anything to make me, my orphans, and my orphanage untouchable for all eternity. But, as you can see, I did not.