The director's office was warm and smelled like old paper and expensive coffee.
Harolin sat across the desk and watched the director read the proposal with the careful attention of a man who had been running a facility long enough to know that every suggestion came with something attached to it.
The director was not a small man in any sense. Not physically, not in the way he occupied a room. He had the specific energy of someone who had spent years being the most important person in most conversations and had settled into that comfortably.
He was also one of the only people in this building who knew exactly who was sitting across from him.
He was not an officer on temporary assignment and definitely not an ordinary transfer from another facility.
A private general. Active military. Several ranks above anyone else in the building including the director himself, which the director handled by being extremely pleasant and offering good coffee.
He set the proposal down.
