“Thank you.” She nodded to him.
Inside, the president was seated at his desk. “Ellen, what information do
you have?”
She closed the door behind herself. “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt.”
Joris frowned. “We’re in the middle of a crisis here. If this is a new issue,
I’d rather not know yet.”
“It’s connected—regarding the Coalition. They’ve sent a battleship
toward Elusia.”
“No! They wouldn’t…”
Ellen swallowed. “This isn’t an official tip, but it’s coming from a source
I trust. They wanted to give us time to prepare.”
“Whoever your friends are, we’re indebted. I’ll reach out to the
chancellor right away and see if I can get to the bottom of this.” He activated
his desk.
“That’s not all, sir.” Her stomach turned over.
“I’m listening.”
“Sir…” Ellen searched for the words. There was no right way to put it—
may as well go all-in. “Sir, I originally was sent here to kill you.”
The president’s face drained. “What?”