Daphne, standing half a foot over slim and immaculately dressed Leo, beamed down. “Why would you think we’d want anything other than facts?”
And to Tessa’s pleasant surprise, Daphne did simply ask for facts once they were all seated. She verified the functioning stats of contraceptive implants and asked for Leo’s opinion on the brand of Helene’s, which turned out to be one of Estocorp’s competitors. Leo answered truthfully.
“It’s a decent product. We’ve all got to meet government standards, especially that ten year mark. Defects happen, though. Could’ve happened to them.”
“Is it possible the Lin family could have tampered with it?” asked Daphne.
“It’d be difficult,” he said. “They’d have to physically harm it, dig into the arm with a knife, maybe. That’d show up on the implant if they examine it, not to mention the girl.”
Daphne looked unhappy at not having clear-cut evidence to support her theory. “I’ve heard of people remotely programming implants.”
Leo smiled and shook his head. “Not a contraceptive one used by the average consumer. Military implants can be programmed remotely. Praetorians, for example, can have their implants’ instructions modified. Female praetorians have contraceptive functions rolled into their military ones, so yes, you could theoretically tamper with one remotely in that case, but I’m guessing your victim—I mean, interviewee—wasn’t in some secret junior praetorian program.”
Daphne nodded in acceptance. “Thank you, Mr. Chang. I’ll take this into consideration.” Tessa, however, doubted anything that didn’t back up Daphne’s sensational angle would ever see airtime.
“Happy to help my little friend here, even if she is keeping surprising company,” said Leo, giving Tessa a wry look. “Glad you’ve got a school you like, though.”
“How do you want to be credited if I do cite you?” asked Daphne, taking out her ego. “Tessa said you work here and for the government.”
“Government stuff’s freelance and unrelated,” said Leo. “Just use my Estocorp title—lead engineer.”
Daphne nodded and made a note. She then looked up at him with a sly smile. “If you have done work for SCI, I’d love to get your opinion on the religious nature of this.”
He held up his hands. “No way. I wouldn’t even dream of commenting on that stuff. Everything I’ve done for them has been in a technical capacity. I have no expertise on the rest. Badger Justin for that.”
Tessa hugged him and thanked him for his time. Daphne, eager to begin her editing and get the jump on any other reporters, accepted defeat in getting more out of Leo and waited impatiently at the door with Felix. “Well?” she asked Tessa. “Ready to see how editing makes magic?”
“Uh . . . sure,” said Tessa, quickly taking out her ego as she fell into step with the others. “I just need to send a message to Darius. I didn’t think we’d be out this long, and I’d told him I’d meet him for lunch.”
“Lunch was three hours ago,” Daphne pointed out.
Tessa smiled. “He’s working a weird shift at the senate today. So he has a weird lunch time.”
Daphne came to a halt by the elevator and gave Tessa a long, searching look. “Go on,” she told Felix moments later. “We’ll catch up later.” When he was gone, she turned back to Tessa. “Your castal friend works at the senate?”
“He has an internship,” said Tessa uneasily, not liking the shift in attention. “Justin helped him get it. Through Lucian.”
Daphne’s eyes narrowed. “He works for Senator Darling?”
“I don’t know who he works for exactly. I mean, probably not Lucian since Lucian’s not in the country.”
“But his work still carries on,” Daphne murmured. She stared off into space for several seconds, and Tessa could practically see the wheels of scheming in the other woman’s head. “Don’t cancel plans on my account. Keep your lunch date.”
“It’s not a date,” said Tessa quickly. “Not that kind of date.” Daphne continued as though Tessa hadn’t spoken. “And while you’re there, see if your friend’s come across one Dr. Nico Cassidy.” The name meant nothing to Tessa.
“Who’s he?”
“A person of interest,” said Daphne, after a bit of consideration. “Someone who spends an awful lot of time with Senator Darling’s political party.”
“Maybe he’s their doctor,” suggested Tessa.
“He’s not a medical doctor. He’s their wellness counselor—if you believe that.”
“Well, there you go. That’s why he spends so much time with their party.” Tessa might be getting more out of this internship than she’d expected, but jumping on board with every conspiracy theory still wasn’t her style. Part of the RUNA’s healthcare system required psychiatric evaluations every few years, along with citizens’ normal physicals. Those deemed to be in stressful or high profile professions— like the military or politics—received them more frequently, and unlike in Panama, mental health issues had less of a stigma here. A political party having its own therapist on hand to monitor members was standard practice.
Daphne clearly thought otherwise. “There’s something weird about this guy. I’ve tried to research him, and he’s been remarkably difficult. I had a source that suggested he might be involved with a religious group, but I haven’t been able to find any other leads.”
“Maybe there are none,” said Tessa. “Maybe your source was wrong. And besides, not everyone involved in religion is newsworthy.”
“They are if they’re advising a major political party,” Daphne countered. “Especially one that’s carrying the next consul. The people have a right to know the truth, and if you care anything about this country, you’ll use your inside connections to find out more about Dr. Cassidy.”
Tessa somehow doubted Daphne was as concerned about the country as her career. “Sorry. Unless he walks right up to me and tells me his story, you’re out of luck. There’s no way I’m going to make Darius abuse his position to get us a story. It’s wrong.”
Daphne shook her head in mock sympathy. “And here I thought you had the makings of a real journalist.”
Tessa tried to ignore the jab as she and Rufus made their way to the senate. She believed in the truth, but that didn’t mean taking the immoral routes Daphne always seemed to suggest.
“Darius can only sign in one guest,” Tessa told Rufus as they approached the senate steps. “Do you mind waiting? There are a few cafes around here.”
Rufus frowned. “I’m not supposed to leave you.”
“It’s just like leaving me at school,” she explained. “You trust their security. It’s probably better here.”
He paused and surveyed the line of black-uniformed praetorians standing guard out front. Tessa knew most of the actual security screening took place inside, but they were still a formidable array. “I suppose,” Rufus admitted gruffly. “Though at your school, I know I can come in at any time. Call me as soon as you’re ready to leave, and I’ll meet you back here.”
Tessa agreed and made her way into the senate alone, feeling surprisingly free, as though she were getting away with something after being shadowed these last few days. Darius met her at the main security checkpoint, where she was screened and checked for weapons before he was allowed to bring her in with a visitor’s pass.
“I’m so glad you could make it,” he told her, eyes shining. He was wearing a suit and tie that looked a little too big for him. “In just two days, I’ve learned so much.”
“That’s great,” she said, trying not to gape. Even in late afternoon, the senate was abuzz with activity. Tour groups viewed the public areas while lobbyists, politicians, and aides hurried back and forth through the crowded corridors, everyone intent on their destination. She couldn’t help but share a little of his awe at the wheels of the Gemman government turning around them. Darius gave her an informal tour of the building parts that were open to her and then led her to the cafeteria. “This is only one of them,” he clarified. “Th
ere’s another more exclusive one that the elected officials use, but a lot of them still come down here to eat with us workers. Isn’t that great?”
Tessa wondered if that was truly out of a desire to bond with ordinary people or was more for show. She then wondered at what point during her time in the RUNA she’d become so jaded.
She wasn’t that hungry but followed him into a serving line, one that advertised various grilled sandwiches. It was one of the longest lines, so presumably it was good. He happily chatted away about his day’s goings-on as they waited, and she found herself charmed, in spite of herself. Suddenly, he gasped and clutched her arm. “Do you know who we’re standing behind?” he whispered.
Tessa didn’t and shook her head. All she could see of the two men in front of her were their backs.
“That’s Magnus Mercado. He’s the chair of the Citizens’ Party.” She knew the name. It was hard not to. Lucian Darling might be
poised for greatness, but at the moment, Senator Mercado was the most powerful person in their party, elected by its members. Since Darius had gained his internship through Lucian, she knew his work here involved a lot of errands for that particular party, but she got the impression Darius rarely dealt with its high-ranking members. His starry eyed look confirmed as much.
Mercado glanced back just then, causing Darius to gulp. The senator was a striking man, handsome even in his early fifties, with a bit of silver almost artfully touching his black hair. He smiled a showman’s smile as his dark eyes fell on an awestruck Darius.
“Well, hello there. Demetrius, right?”
“Darius, sir. But I mean, you can call me D-Demetrius if you want, sir.”
Mercado gave a great booming laugh. “Ah, I love a sense of humor. I hope you’re settling in nicely? Everyone’s treating you well?”
Darius, who clearly couldn’t believe the senator even knew he was alive, nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir. Very much, sir.”
“Good, good. We were just talking about the importance of today’s youth showing interest and involvement in our country.” Mercado turned his smile on Tessa. “Hopefully you’re recruiting more for the cause.”
Even Tessa couldn’t help but feel a little flustered under that powerful gaze. “I’m just visiting today, sir.” Hoping she wasn’t being too forward, she offered her hand. “Teresa Cruz.”
Mercado took it graciously. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Cruz. Do you mind me asking where you’re from?”
She blushed, not from the attention so much as realizing that no matter how good her English was, she still hadn’t shaken her accent. “Panama, sir. A family friend helped me get a student visa, and I go to school at Creative Minds now.”
“Her friend knows Senator Darling,” piped in Darius. “He’s the one who helped get me here too.”
Mercado’s attention was on Tessa, though, and he nudged the man beside him. “You hear that? Creative Minds is a great school. It’s a long trip to there from the provinces. You’re living the Gemman dream, Miss Cruz.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Tessa uncertainly.
“You should have her come speak to your kids.” Mercado had turned his attention back to his companion. “I think it’d be highly informative for them.”
The man, who was younger than Mercado and had typically plebeian features, nodded in agreement and gave her a charismatic smile. “I think so too. They’re all enthusiastic, but I think it’s important for them to talk to others of different backgrounds.”
“Forgive me,” said Mercado. “I’m speaking over you. Tessa, Darius. This is our wellness counselor, Dr. Nico Cassidy. When he’s not listening to us bemoan our problems, he runs a youth group for those interested in politics. Secondary and tertiary aged. It’d be a great favor to us if you’d consider visiting it sometime. You too,” he added to Darius, clearly as an afterthought.
Tessa nearly dropped the empty tray she was carrying, and it had nothing to do with being extended a personal invitation by someone so powerful. Nico Cassidy. This was the man Daphne had told her about, the one who possibly had ties to a religion. Looking at him now, Tessa saw nothing particularly sinister about him. He might not be a politician, per se, but he had that same polished feel that everyone else in this field seemed to radiate.
“It would be an honor, sir,” exclaimed Darius. Then, seeming to realize Tessa and her exotic background were his ticket in, he glanced at her. “Right? Wouldn’t you like to go, Tessa?”
In truth? Not really. Tessa had too much on her plate with Daphne and school to take on some extracurricular activity. But the pleading in Darius’s voice was unmistakable. She also couldn’t shake Daphne’s reminders about her being a good journalist and the public’s right to know the truth. Even Tessa’s own words came back to haunt her, about how she wouldn’t use Darius to learn about Dr. Cassidy. Unless he walks right up to me and tells me his story, you’re out of luck.
Well, Tessa had technically walked up to him, but here he was, inviting her to learn more about him—and Darius seemed more than eager to help, though his motives were obviously different from hers. In fact, she didn’t even know what her motives were. She still wasn’t sure she bought Daphne’s conspiracy theory, but if ever there was a time to investigate, here it was.
“Tessa?” Darius prompted.
All three men watched her expectantly, and she mustered a brave smile. “Sure,” she said. “I’d love to.”
CHAPTER 11
Spiritual Coin
A knock at the bedroom door woke Justin out of a surprisingly sound sleep. The accommodations they’d given him weren’t fancy, but they were clean and functional. Even a stiff bed was better than no bed after yesterday’s mentally and physically exhausting day. Pushing aside the covers, he sat up and wasn’t surprised to see that Mae was already at the door. She opened it unhesitatingly, and through his sleepy brain, he noted that the knock had been done in a pattern the Gemmans had established amongst themselves.
“Pardon me, ma’am.” A young Gemman soldier in gray and maroon stood outside the door. “There’s an Arcadian at the other door who says she’s here to collect you and the other women for breakfast.
To make breakfast,” he amended, blushing. It looked like it was killing him to deliver such humiliating news to someone he considered a superior.
“What time is it?” asked Justin. They’d left their egos at the Gemman base, and there wasn’t even a manual alarm clock in this room, let alone the sophisticated system he had back home that would tell him the time, weather, and news with a voice command.
“Oh-four-hundred,” said the solider apologetically. “Local time.” The early hour meant little to sleepless Mae, and from the looks of her, she must have grabbed a shower and clean change of clothes overnight. Whatever resentment she might feel about the tasks at hand, she pushed it down with soldierly discipline and even managed a parting smile for Justin. He fell back asleep almost immediately after she left and was awakened again later by the same soldier at the door.
“It’s six, sir,” he said when Justin staggered to answer it. “Daily meeting in a half-hour, then breakfast.”
Justin managed to yawn out his thanks and then made his way to a shower. The guest house held two of them, and he was lucky enough to find Phil just finishing up. The water was hot and plentiful, even with so many people in the estate, and as Justin slowly woke up, he found himself thinking again about Mae’s words and how the Arcadians were perfectly advanced when they wanted to be. Afterward, he put on one of his best suits and wandered back to the common area, just as the others were sitting down to the first of their daily check-ins while here in Arcadia.
“All clear,” said George, taking a seat beside Lucian. Along with the five main delegates, three of the commanding officers from the Gemman soldiers were also present. “No listening devices.”
“Good,” said Lucian. Cleaned and dressed, he too looked as though he’d had a solid night’s sleep. “Let’s get started since we’re
all here.”
“Not all of us are here,” grumbled George. “The praetorian women were supposed to be part of these meetings, not off degrading themselves with household labor.”
“They knew what they were getting into, and it’s not degrading,” insisted Atticus. “I mean . . . it is, since women are expected to suffer and have harder lots, but they aren’t singling our women out. Besides, it’s just housework. I’m sure they’d rather be doing that than risking their lives in a border battle.”
“You obviously haven’t spent much time around praetorians,” said Justin.
Lucian leaned forward in his chair and rested his chin on folded hands. “If you ask me, we’re degrading the women by even suggesting this is a problem. They’re smart. They’re competent. They can handle this, so let’s get onto the rest of the day’s itinerary and hope we’re just as successful.”
Atticus was only too happy to jump into his paperwork. The presidential luncheon had been planned before their arrival, so many of the details were familiar. Lucian would be the superstar, with the others playing supporting roles.
“The tour afterward should be straightforward,” continued Atticus, scrolling through his itinerary on a very basic reader. “George—I doubt they’ll take us anywhere too sensitive, but keep your eyes open. And as for you, Justin.” Atticus set the reader down and looked up. “Meeting with the Grand Disciple’s a pretty big deal. Not sure what brought this about, but be careful. Even in Arcadia, the president has to go through the motions of the law. But the Grand Disciple . . . well, his word is kind of its own law.”
“In other words,” said Lucian, “don’t piss him off.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” said Justin. “Any idea why he’s asked for this meeting?”
Attitcus shook his head. “He may just be curious. And we have to remember that having religion and politics mixed is absolutely normal for them. It may just be a matter of us having never considered that a priest would be involved in a state visit.”
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