Jake was camping outside the White Building, cheerfully offering burnt sausages to glassy-eyed Secs from a makeshift barbecue, when they dragged him unceremoniously from his breakfast. He protested admirably, though a meeting with the Dragon Herself was the very thing he had been holding out for.
When they shoved him through the door, he tried, but failed, not to be impressed by the large white office. The minimal decor, the enormous oak table with no sign of any technology, although he knew whizzy touchscreen devices and tiny robots would be hidden from sight, waiting to be called into service. Even the stagnant river looked pretty through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall.
The throne-like chair. ...read more »
