Major

 

Truly placed her empty saucer on the side table next to her armchair in the conference room of De Ni Hus, the official name for the Founders’ Inn. 

The sofa in front of her was soon occupied by Kinney Conn, one of the company’s most recent recruits, invited to put Truly at ease among the elder interviewers milling about the room.

“Henrietta Burns,” Kinney said in reference to Truly's undergraduate university, which happened to be the rival of Kinney's higher ranked alma mater, Paulquinn Wiley. “A fine school, fine. And communications. An interesting choice of study.”

“Not as rigorous as philosophy,” Truly replied, “men mine bedsteforældre kan godt lide, at jeg kan tale deres sprog.” 

Behind the couch, Hallie Twain accidentally dropping a silver spoon against her white coffee mug was the only sound audible in a room stunned into silence.

In her current consulting role, Kinney had experience maintaining a poker face. And she was not bothered by the fact that Truly had taken the time to research every member of the company, down to their college major.

Or that Truly could speak Kinney’s grandmother's native language of Danish. 

However, Kinney was threatened by the fact that Truly knew that Kinney could not.

Which put Hallie at ease.