POV: Aurora
When Dante walks in, I know he brings bad news.
I'm sitting on the bed, with the provisional contract open and full of underlines. The pen rests on the table, staring at me as if it were waiting too.
"That doesn't look like light reading," he says, pointing to the pages.
"I'm seeing if it's worth mortgaging six months of my life," I reply. "Are you here to improve the offer or make my day worse?"
He doesn't smile. Bad sign.
"I'll be blunt," he begins. "The foundation has suspended you from Seraphim."
The words stick in my throat.
"What?" I ask, even though I already heard him.
"Temporary suspension from your duties on the project, until your medical situation and the environment in which you find yourself are clarified," he recites. That's what the official email says.
