WHO: Catherine and Calliope WHAT: God only knows. Just talking to start. WHERE: Catherine's office in Cowley Road, Lambeth, London. WARNINGS: Doubtful. Discussion of torture, maybe?
Catherine sat in her chair, feeling both unsettled and comfortable. She'd finally consolidated her hold over her own bloody company, and her place was secure. No one would think of mounting a coup against her the way she'd neatly removed the previous occupant of the president's office.
However. She'd managed to locate a criminal sort, a human not without know-how. He wasn't a fool, but he was exactly the sort to have gotten the drop on Calliope if he'd had the luck. Which any human might have, once in a blue moon.
She hated lying to Calliope, but the alternative was untenable. Pressing the button on her intercom, she got her secretary. "Maredydd, please have Miss Sedant come in here?"