"Let me go!"
He did then. And bowed his head once politely, and went and opened the door.
She found herself shaking.
"Any time, young sera. I'm always available."
"Don't you take that tone with me."
"Whatever sera wishes. Please come tomorrow. I promise youno one will bring the matter up if you don't. Ever."
"The hell!"
She got out the door, down the hall. Her chest hurt. Everything did.
Like the part of her that was herself and not Ari seniorhad just fallen apart.
I fell in love about as often as any normal human being. I gave everything I had to give. And I got back resentment. Genuine hatred.
. . . isolation from my own kind. . . .
She caught her breath, reached the lift, got in and pushed the button.
Not crying. No. She wiped the underside of her lashes with a careful finger, trying not to smear her makeup, and was composed when she walked out in the hall downstairs.
She knew what the first Ari would tell her. She had read it over and over. So, well, elder Ari, you were right. I'm a fool once. Not twice. What now?
v
Grant walked into the cubbyhole of the second floor restroom and found Justin at the sink washing his face. Water beaded on white skin in the flickering light second floor had been complaining about for a week. "She's gone home," Grant said, and Justin pulled a towel from the stack and blotted his face with it.
"What did she say?" Justin asked. "What did you say?"
"I propositioned her," Grant said. "I believe that's the word."
"My God, Grant"
Grant turned on the calm, quiet as he could manage, given the state of his stomach. "Young sera needed something else to think about," he said. "She declined. I wasn't sure that she would. I was, needless to say, relieved. Very fast work for young sera. I was so sure you were safe for an hour."
Justin threw the towel into the laundry-bin and folded his arms tight about his ribs. "Don't joke. It's not funny."
"Are you all right?"
"I'm having flashes. Oh, God, Grant, I Dammit!"
He spun about and hit the wall with his hand and leaned there, stiff, hard-breathing, in that don't-touch-me attitude that absolutely meant it.
But Grant had ignored that before. He came and pried him away and folded him in his arms, just held on to him until Justin got a breath and a second one.
"Ilostmy sense of where I was," Justin said finally, between small efforts after air. "God, I justwent away. I couldn't navigate. She'sGod knows. God knows what I said. It just blew upshe"
"she needed a firm no. It's doubtless a new thing for her. Calm down.
Now is now."
"A damn kid! Ihadno finesse about it, absolutely none, I just"
"You were expressing a polite and civilized no when I walked in. That young sera doesn't recognize the word isn't your fault. Young sera may call Security and young sera may lodge charges, I have absolutely no idea. But if she does, you have a witness, and I have no trouble about going under probe. Young sera needs favors from you. I politely suggested she consider the trouble she's caused and show up tomorrow with a civilized attitudeat which time I'm going to be there; at all times hereafter, I assure you." He pushed Justin back at arm's length. "She's sixteen. Personalities aside, she's quite the other end of the propositiona year younger than you were. A great deal more experienced, by all accounts, but notnot in adult behavior. Am I right? She has no idea what she's dealing with. No more than you did."
Justin blinked. Rapid thought: Grant knew the look. "Go back to the office."
"Where are you going?"
"To make a phone call."
"Denys?"
Justin shook his head.
"Good God," Grant said. And felt as if the floor had sunk. "You're not serious."
"I'm going alone, if she'll see me. Which is far from likely at this point."
"No. Listen. Don't do this. If you're having flashback, for God's sake don't do this."
"I'm going to straighten it out. Once for all. I'm going to tell her what happened"
"No!" Grant seized his arm and held on, hard. "Administration will have your head on a plate listen to me. Even if she took your side she hasn't got the authority to protect you. She hasn't got anything, not really. Not inside these walls."
"What in hell do we do? What do we do when they take us in and they trump up a rape chargewhat happens when we end up in a ward over in hospital under Reseune law? All they need is a statement from her. ..."
"And you're going to go over to her apartment and talk to her. No."
"Not her apartment. I don't think I can handle that. But somewhere."
vi
Justin took a sip of Scotch as the waiter at Changes brought the three to their tableAri in an ice-green blouse with metallic gray beading, Florian and Catlin in evening black.
Evening at Changes was a dress occasion. He and Grant had taken pains, both of them in their best. Dress shins and jackets.
"Thank you," Ari said, when the waiter pulled the chair back. "Vodka-and-orange for the three of us, please."
"Yes, sera," the waiter murmured. "Will you want menus?"
"Give us a while," Justin said. "If you will, Ari."
"That's fine." She settled in her chair and folded her hands on the table. "Thank you for coming," Justin said as soon as the waiter left. "I apologize for this afternoon. For Grant and myself. It was me. Not you. Absolutely not you."
Ari shifted back in her seat, her lips pressed to a thin line.
And said not a thing. "Has your uncle Denys called you?"
"Have you called him?"
"No. I don't think he wants to hear what happened. I don't know to what extent he can come back on you"
"Only because he's the Administrator," Ari said. "There's nothing he'll do to me."
"I wasn't sure." He saw the waiter coming back with the drinks, and waited during the serving.
Ari sipped hers and sighed. "Whose credit is this on?"
"Mine," Justin said. "Don't hesitate." As the waiter discreetly took himself off. It was a private corner, quite private: a sizeable addition to the bill assured it. "I want to assure you first of allI'm perfectly willing to go on working with you. I want to tell youwhat you're doingis full of problems. But it's not empty exercise. You've got some ideas that arefairly undeveloped right now. I still don't know to what extent you've modeled this on realityor borrowed from your predecessor. If it's considerable borrowingit would be remarkable enough that someone so young is working integrations at all. If any portion of it is originalI have to be impressed; because there is a center of this that, if I were going faster, and not taking the time to demonstrate your problemsI would simply throw into research, because I think it's a helpful model."
"You can do that, if you like." Not spitefully. Reasonably. Quietly. "Perhaps I'll do both. With your permission. Because I'm very afraid it's classified."
"Grant can do it."
"Grant could do it. With your permission. And Yanni's. We work for him."
"Because you refused to be transferred. I can still do that."
He had not expected that. He took a drink of Scotch. And was aware of Grant beside him, subject to whatever mistakes he made. "I wouldn't think," he said, "that you'd be thinking about that after the scene this afternoon."
Redirect. Shift directions.