The councilman took a long, careful sip, then glanced down at where I'd been defacing his table. "That will not so easily be sanded out."
"Consider it a reminder." I dropped the knife from a foot above. It landed point first in the wood and stuck upward, vibrating.
"No one is at your beck and call, Green. Especially not this Interim Council."
"Perhaps I can arrange the bad news to come at your convenience?"
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