"He's awfully late," said Rek, pacing.
The door chimed and the foyer-vid cut on, though it still only displayed static.
"See?" said Triv. "Speak of the devil."
Rek gestured the door open. A hulking form stood outside, sensor lights flickering in the black nodule at its chest. Its matte surface gave back no light. A Viceroy.
"Oh," said Rek. "Oh." She sank to her knees.
"Hira Sebi was selected for transmission," the Viceroy said. "Please accept compensation." It pressed a chit into Rek's hand. Her fingers closed convulsively around it.
The Viceroy glided away in silence. The door spiraled shut.
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