Iris
Arthur''s office is thest ce I''d like to be this morning. I''d much rather be spending my morning with Miles, or perhaps working on the new painting that came to mindtest night-an abstraction of waffles and strawberries bleeding thick, red
blood.
But instead, I''m here, walking through the opulent halls of his headquarters again.
The secretary opens the door to Arthur''s office for me and gestures for me to enter. "The Alpha President will be right with you,"
he says with a curt smile.
Of course, Arthur isn''t even here yet. Of course he would make me
wait.
I take a seat in the slick leather chair across from his desk, the fabric squeaking as I settle in. For a moment, I nce around the room, taking in the pristine ss-top desk without so much as a finger smudge on it, the state-of-the-artputer, the ss of water refracting tiny rainbows across the desk''s surface, and most of all...
The golden award for the Ordan Historical Society''s Cancer Benefit sitting on the windowsill.
I want tough out loud at the award. I''m not so sure anymore if he would donate for the cause or just for the recognition and the trophy. The man I once knew, or so I thought, would have donated just for the cause.
Now... I don''t know who Arthur is anymore, really. I''m not sure if I ever did.
I''m not waiting long before the frosted ss door swings open again, and Arthur strides in with an air of authority. I get a whiff of expensive cologne as he brushes past me and takes a seat behind his desk.
"Iris," he says, reaching into a man folder and withdrawing a small bundle of papers. "Thank you foring."
"Your Beta told me you had some paperwork I had to sign," I say as ndly as I can manage. But I can''t help but add, "He showed.
up at my address. An address that I never shared with you outright."
Arthur nces up at me. "And why didn''t you?"
I bristle. "Why should I? It''s my personal business, Mr. President."
He doesn''t respond to that, and I''m not sure if that annoys me more than words could. He slides the papers across the desk along
with a pen. "I just need you to sign these," he says, leaning back in his chair. "Your citizenship papers."
Just to spite him, and just in case he''s trying anything sneaky to get custody of Miles, I pick up the papers and carefully read through each and every one. Arthur remains silent, his green eyes fixed on me unwaveringly as I read. The only sound in the room
is the rustle of the papers and the ticking of the clock on the wall, as well as the distant hum of the city far below.
I take my time, ensuring that everything is in order. But I''m both relieved and a little surprised to find that the papers are indeed exactly what Arthur said. There''s nothing fishy in any of the uses-just simple agreements to abide by Ordanws, to not
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bring contraband into the city, and to get an Ordan driver''s license within ny days.
Once I''m finished reading, I sign my name on the provided lines, then slide the papers back toward Arthur and gather my bag.
"Is there anything else you need?" I ask curtly, moving to stand.
I wish I hadn''t asked. Arthur nods.
"Yes," he says. "There is something else. Regarding Miles."
My stomach twists painfully just hearing Arthur say his name, the name he was
never supposed to know. I expected this, of
course; these papers could have been signed in front of a notary, not the President of Ordan himself.
Honestly, I''m not sure why I agreed toe here, because I knew that he had an ulterior motive already. Maybe my reason for it
is something that I''m not ready to admit to myself. Maybe the same reason I epted the ride from the airport even though I
could have called a cab.
The mate bond still pulls me toward him even now, it seems. Making me temporarily lose my sense of logic at the worst of times.
But I shove the thought away.
"What about him?" I ask, lifting my chin.
"As you may have figured out by now," Arthur says calmly, "I have been investigating you since our chance meeting a few weeks
ago."