Nathaniel stood at attention, waiting for the admiral’s signal.
“At ease,” Night said as he moved behind the imposing desk in his home office and sat like a king on his leather throne. “You’re a guest, Lane, relax and have a seat.”
Right.
Nathaniel sat, but he didn’t relax. The venue was a little more informal than headquarters, where he’d had his first debriefing. And he might be the admiral’s dinner guest, but that didn’t change the fact that this was a formal interview.
“You’ve already received official acknowledgment of a job well done,” the admiral said, his fingers steepled in front of his chest as he regarded Nathaniel. The look on his face might have been friendly, but it was hard to tell.
Granite didn’t bend well. “I’d like to offer my private, personal appreciation, as well.
