She's really angry now. “Screw your protocols,” she shouts in his face, seeing Strauss cringe in the corner of her eye. “I didn't come here to play games, I've had a lifetime of your interference and games.”
She turns away, but again the Author is in her path.
“I am the Author of the Market,” he tells her, “One of the ancient fears. Thus far I have remained neutral in the machinations of my siblings, but I tell you Wake Walker, it would be unwise to make an enemy here.”
“Fine, I choose the empty barrel. Happy now?”
