Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

“Oh.”

Ka’Cit’s gaze narrowed. “Right. Now where is he?”

* * *

For the next few minutes, clerks came out of the woodwork all around the building, most ignoring their duties to pander to him.

Word had apparently spread.

He was offered refreshments. An invite to the private waiting room. Entertainment while he waited.

Ka’Cit ignored them.

He only wanted to speak to Geblit.

He was just about to rise and go look for the Torian himself when he heard Geblit’s voice echo down the hallway.

“All right, all right. Give me space. I swear, it would seem like the first time you beings were ever in the presence of a dignita—”

Geblit’s eyes widened as they settled on him and the Torian’s lips formed a thin line.

He shook his head and began turning to go in the other direction. “No,” he said and Ka’Cit was sure he heard the clerks gasp.

Ka’Cit stood. “It’s business, Geblit.”

Geblit glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing. “If I recall, your sort of business…”

Ka’Cit smiled a little. “Clean business.”

Geblit’s gaze narrowed some more before it darted to the interested clerks watching them.

“Well, what are you looking at? Get back to work.” He shooed them off. “And you, follow me…though I’m sure I’m asking for trouble by inviting you to my office,” he murmured as he headed back down the corridor. “You and your friends have always brought me trouble.”

Geblit continued muttering to himself even as the door to his private office closed behind them and he sat behind his desk.

“What do you want Urgmental? And please do not tell me,” he closed his eyes for a second, “do not tell me it has something to do with smuggling anything.”

At his blank expression, Geblit let out an exasperated breath.

“Fine. I guess I have no choice but to listen. I rue the day I got involved with you three.”

Ka’Cit huffed out a laugh. Geblit had always said that about him, Riv, and Sohut. “You’re here already. It’s logged in the records. If anything I will just say you came to discuss your assets.”

“That is what I am here to discuss.”

“Oh,” Geblit brightened. “Then by all means, take a seat.”

He gestured to the seat in front of him before activating his computer.

The holo-screen materialized in the air before the Torian and Geblit tapped a few inputs on the screen before glancing back his way.

“Now, what about your assets.”

“I want them transferred.”

Two of Geblit’s eyes grew wider while the other two remained the same size. “What?”

“I want them transferred.” Ka’Cit slid the papers in his hand toward Geblit and the Torian took them, flicking through quickly as his eyes darted across the pages.