So instead she gripped his secretary’s blouse tighter at the neck, held her another inch in the air, and said, “Tell him I don’t want to wait.” Kai couldn’t decide what it meant that Micah had a human secretary. A canvas reception program could have done the job better, and having a Directorate employee working for Enterprise’s PR front man seemed odd. But Micah was a complex man with complicated motivations, and it was entirely possible that he had a secretary specifically so he could have someone to yell at. Maybe it was his way of keeping his boot on the opposing party’s neck, abusing them in a distant sort of way by forcing one of their own to do his bidding. “I told you,” said the dangling receptionist, “he’s in a meeting!” The woman had light-blonde hair, looked midforties, and was decidedly homely. Kai wondered at that, too. Micah had never come onto Kai despite her attempts through the years, and she’d never seen him express significant affection or lust toward the bits of arm candy he’d brought along to formal occasions.
