Mev's report reached the Senior Administrator on the morning of the third day.
Not two days — three. Because the honest report Mev had been writing in her head for twelve years turned out to be longer than two days could contain. Forty pages. The specific density of twelve years of observed evidence organized into the precise documentation format of someone who had spent twenty-two years writing institutional reports and could not, now that she had finally committed to honesty, do it imprecisely.
Forty pages.
The Senior Administrator read it in four hours.
Then he called a meeting.
Not with Kael — with Mev and Callen and the three other senior administrators and the specific agenda of someone who had been managing uncertainty about a process for six years and had just received forty pages of evidence that the uncertainty had been warranted.
