"That's it," Justin said as the Cyteen election results flashed up on the screen, and: "Vid off," to the Minder. "Khalid."
Grant shook his head, and said nothing for a long while. Then: "Well, it's a crazy way to do business."
"Defense contractors in the Trade bureau, in Finance."
"Reseune has ties there too."
"It's still going to be interesting."
Grant bowed his head and passed a hand over his neck, just resting there a moment. Thinking, surely—that it was going to be a long while, a long while before either of them traveled again.
Or thinking worse thoughts. Like Jordan's safety.
"It's not like—" Justin said, "they could just ram things through and get that nationalization. The other Territories will come down on Reseune's side in this one. And watch Giraud change footing. He's damned good at it. He is Defense, for all practical purposes. I never saw a use for the man. But, God, we may have one."