The title came with a key.
Felix looked from one to the other.
“Associate adviser?”
“Temporary,” the guesthouse clerk said.
Lyra turned the appointment sheet over. The back was not blank.
“Morning consultations,” she read. “Availability for related work. Attendance as requested under the summit schedule.”
“Does the bed attend?” Felix asked.
The clerk folded her hands. “The key requires the signature.”
