She was good at her job—too good, some whispered. Skyla could predict a supply chain fracture three solar cycles before it happened. She knew which maintenance drones were lying about their efficiency stats. She could smell a corroded conduit coupling from four decks away. But for three years, four months, and two days, her name had sat stubbornly below the "Promotion Consideration" line on Captain Vellen’s weekly memo.
Skyla picked up the stylus. "You're giving me the keys to the kingdom. But you're forgetting something, Director. I've spent three years learning exactly where all the bodies are buried. And now you want me to be the gravedigger's assistant." skyla novea - the promotion
Director Halix, from Corporate Oversight, whose smile never reached his collar. She was good at her job—too good, some whispered
"What if I refuse and tell everyone what you've just told me?" Skyla asked. She could smell a corroded conduit coupling from
No signature. No department code. Just the cold, elegant font of the upper decks—the kind of font people used when they wanted to remind you that you were not one of them yet.