Breejah's legs trembled beneath her, but nothing she tried could make them stay steady.
"I did everything I could," she said quickly, her voice cracking despite every effort to keep it steady. "We offered him better terms, threatened his path forward, positioned Erik exactly where he needed to be, and even prepared contingencies for the Goddess. Grey Temolt simply—"
"Won."
The single word silenced the room.
The woman sitting behind the enormous black desk couldn't have been taller than four and a half feet even if she stood on the tips of her toes, and there was nothing visibly alien about her whatsoever.
Wrinkled skin folded gently around dark eyes, wispy silver hair had been tied into a neat bun, and her plain grey dress made her look more like someone's grandmother than the woman controlling one of the largest corporations involved in the Genesis Games. Nobody else in the room seemed capable of seeing her that way, though.
Breejah certainly didn't.
