“Sit.” Father Rehman gestured to an overstuffed chair in front of his desk.
Kenes sat. “You wanted to see me?” His eyes darted over the ostentatious surroundings, including the glass ceiling and the lights of New Houston overhead.
Kenes knew why he was here. The cameras had caught what he’d done to her. Everyone on the ship knew about his misdeeds.
“I have one question,” Rehman said. “Do you regret it?”
“Excellent.” Rehman signed his desk screen, swiped it closed, and leaned back in his chair. “Investigation completed.”
Kenes felt uncertain. Scared.
“Tomorrow, you will return back to work.”
Picture by Wake Up Freeman.