Frustrated staff swarmed Naya when she returned to her apartments. She was sorry to make their job more difficult— less time to prepare her, but she held the stern expression she’d inherited from her father. She showered and two attendants worked quickly to dress her in a chic black jumpsuit. She ate quickly from the assortment of scones, eggs, and saus…
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