Astrid

I was still gathering my paperwork when my dad came into the library. I started to greet him, but then I noticed the look on his face. He wasn’t quite angry, but it was clear that he was unhappy about something.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he replied unconvincingly. “I just wanted to see how the meeting went.”

“Great,” I answered. “We made a lot of progress. Tristan is going to set up a meeting with the head ...