There Is No Lie In This World

Cassian’s voice was already waiting when I entered the office.

"Good morning, Miss Roen," he said, setting a neatly stacked folder on my desk. "Today’s itinerary is lighter. A few review sessions in the morning, but nothing you should feel pressured about. Until you are fully ready, you are not expected to make big decisions. It’s not a bad thing. If anything, it paints you as someone mature and cautious."

Cautious I was, for sure. Mature? I wasn’t so sure.

"Thanks," I replied, feeling much better after the dream I had. "Did you sleep at all?"

His smile was automatic. "Rest is allocated as needed."

I sighed and opened the folder. Numbers, summaries, names I didn’t recognize. A familiar fog settled in. I stared, not reading.

"Cassian," I said suddenly, closing the folder. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Where do the records go? Not the reports I see every morning. I mean - older things."

"Such as?"

"I want to gain a deeper understanding of the history - the history of the Roen Group."