“You redid your office,” I accused. “Where’s the scotch?”

“Oh I needed to work in a place that matched my eyes,” she replied innocently. I shook my head and found the decanter from the indicated cabinet conveniently next to me. My instincts to navigate a room rarely failed, and so far, they kept me away from her. “Vlerj, it’s all the color of the new Emerald Exchange Currency,” I said. That whole thing was her idea, apparently. Had to admit my funds went further than they did six months ago. Which was never far, but still. “How’s that working for ya?” “Perfectly.” She gives me that damn smile. “And what better color to be in, when I tell you I own you now?”