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here, and he still has powerful friends. Everyone's heard the rumors that he was involved with the theft from your father's mine." Lani smiled, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth that almost glowed. "No doubt once he's released the rumors will go away. It's best for us to stay on the good side of someone with so many Novacorp connections."
    "Of course." Jonathan gripped the metal armrests of his chair, debating whether he should get up and leave right now. He didn't have to go forward with this. But did it really matter that his co nnection to Matt had opened up this opportunity?
    Matt received a light sentence, even though he'd been indirectly responsible for the theft and the attempt on Jon's father's life.
    "Jonathan. You don't look happy. Have I distressed you?" Lani asked, batting long, black eyelashes over her almond-shaped, brown eyes. "I thought you'd be pleased. We have a lot to discuss. I'd like you to meet with the city planners."
    He could walk away now and turn his back on all of this. But at the same time, if he stayed, he had a chance to do more than open a club here. Did it really matter if his connection to Matt had opened the door?
    Jon leaned across Lani's glass desk and offered his hand. "I am pleased, Lani. I'd like to get started right away."
    She grasped his hand and shook it firmly. "Fine. Come, let's talk over here." She motioned to a set of chairs and a carved crystal table in the center of the office. "I'll have my people come and join us."
    Jonathan followed her to the sitting area, glancing around him at the 360-degree view of Nova City through the glass walls of her office suite. Was it possible that one day he could have an office view like this?
    As much as he hated what Matt had done, it would be wrong to reject this offer. Here was a chance for him to finally prove he di dn't have to follow in his father's footsteps. He could create his own success here on Hathor.
     

 
    5 The Gathering
    Maybe she should've told Jon about the Gathering, but instead N adira lied about it. No, it wasn't a lie. It was only a small deception.
    As far as Jonathan knew, she was on her way to meet Brant at the Administration building. He hadn't asked questions about it, especially since he'd been busy in meetings with Lani Zakry.
    As her ground transport trundled down the main boulevard, the scenery changed from the noise and lights of the Entertainments District to a quieter suburb of boxy, rectangular homes with shiny metal and glass exteriors. This residential district was as exclusive as the Palatine, but without the high-rise apartment towers and shops.
    Security was tighter here in this part of the city, and tourists were discouraged. Sensors in the streetlights tracked the transports and scanned the foot traffic.
    Nadira's transport slowed as it approached a building that was larger than the others. It was five levels of shimmery, silver metal with translucent windows that glowed from within. The transport pulled out of the traffic lanes and stopped in front of a set of frosted glass double doors.
    "ID required before exiting the vehicle," a computerized voice intoned. "Place your hand on the plate."
    On the dashboard, a rectangular sheet of glass glowed bright blue. Nadira leaned forward and placed her left hand on it. A moment later, the blue glow changed to gold and the door slid back.
    She stepped out onto the marbled sidewalk and smoothed down her jacket. When the transport vehicle pulled back into the traffic lane, there was no other movement on the street, just the line of metal buildings. In front of her, she saw her distorted reflection in the metal siding. Up close, it wasn't shimmery silver, but dull and tarnished.
    Before she got to the entrance, the doors swung open. A man stood illuminated by gold-tinted lights. He was tall, like Jonathan, but less muscular. His dark brown suit fitted him in a way that flattered his leaner body, making his shoulders look broader than she guessed they