He didn’t smile. “Sit.”
The room was sterile. No champagne, no dimmed lights, no velvet chaise. Instead, a single metal table held a polished, fist-sized object—a fusion reactor core, humming with a faint blue light. And behind the table, a man in a grey suit sat motionless, his hands folded. -DS-She Went to Entertain Her Client-Honda Momo...
“I’ll find your daughter’s memories,” Momo said, standing. “But when I do, you’re going to help me kill the man who sold me out.” He didn’t smile
The job was simple, or so they told her. “Entertain the client. Make him comfortable. He’s a collector.” Instead, a single metal table held a polished,
Her blood turned to ice. How did he know about the heel bomb?
“Entertain you?” she said, picking up the chip. “Let me show you what I can really do.”
She stepped inside.