Llewellyn frowned down at the paperwork before him, tapping his quill idly as he rolled over the idea in his mind. It was a step forward, another rope to trip up the terrorists -- or another rope to hang himself with, if the press spun it that way. He sighed, shaking his head. It didn't matter what the press said. This was a necessary step. He just needed to work out the
He looked up when Millicent knocked, giving her a soft smile as he waved her over to the chair across from him, and set his quill down. "I do," he said, nodding. "I wanted to discuss our next move with you, if you've a moment?"