Senne Dalkara kept two ledgers.
One was official.
Every letter sent through the Concord. Every motion proposed. Every signed agreement between the city's Magnates.
The other never left her office.
That one contained what she actually thought.
She had started the habit during her first year as a Concord representative. Official records were for facts. Private notes were for instincts, unanswered questions, and connections that couldn't yet be proven.
The Voss investigation already filled six pages.
Too many.
Normally she knew what she was dealing with after two.
She tapped the edge of her pen against the desk as Merret finished reading another report.
"So," she said. "Tell me something useful."
Her factor adjusted his spectacles.
"He is filing every shipment."
"On time?"
"Every single one."
She sighed.
"Of course he is."
Merret opened another folder.
"The new registration requirement is working exactly as written."
"But not as intended."
"Meaning?"
