”Cambria lifted her head and stared in shock at her dark-haired boss. Dull red creptup his fleshy jowls and into his face, grey eyes narrowed with anger and his handshook as he held out the inch-thick, buff coloured file she’d placed on his desk twohours ago.“Sir?” She rose from her seat and stood with hands clasped.Senator Heinrich Dortmund waved the offending file at her and she eased back.“My office. Now.” He turned and stormed back through the open double doors of hisinner sanctum.Cambria shuffled her feet on the grey carpet, confused by his reaction. She’d seenthe Senator angry before, but nothing like this. He’d asked for research on theJudiciary and she’d obliged. She’d answered his question with explicit data, asrequested. Nothing she could think of in her report should make him go off the deepend like this. Was there? It was a good report: researched to within an inch of its life.Had she missed something? Been in error somewhere?Cambria worked as his research officer for six months. Any subject he’d raised,she’d gone to the library, documents room, archives, everywhere she could think of toget him answers. A surge of ice shot through her veins. Had she misinterpreted hisquestions? Wasted weeks of research on the wrong topic?“Better not keep him waiting.” Missy Lane called from the desk next to hers. Missyheaded the Senator’s staff. Nothing and no one got by without her knowledge. Withher pale grey-green eyes, she could pin her staff to the wall and have them confessany misdemeanour they ever perpetrated. She was the terror of all the Senatorial staff for the World Council and Cambria was glad Missy was a friend, not an enemy.Missy personified efficiency.Cambria gave her a wan smile. “Will he fire me? Or give me a good raking over hotcoals?” Acid churned in her stomach and she suppressed a sigh. Before the year wasout, she’d have another ulcer. Missy raised an eyebrow.“It can’t be that bad, can it?” Cambria asked and Missy shrugged.