Jolak
took it and sat. “Fill me in on what’s going on.”
That
certainly wasn’t a request, but unfortunately, Neo didn’t know that much. What
little he did, he related to Jolak.
“This
simply won’t do,” Jolak said once Neo had repeated the embarrassing lack of
information he did had. “As the King Consort, you have certain obligations you
must attend to, and to do that, you must have the data needed to do so.” Jolak
tapped his comm.
In
a few unit seconds, Hamza appeared. “Atat? Is everything okay?”
“Everything
is perfectly fine. Well, mostly fine. I need access to all status updates,
reports, any and all transmissions from other planets about the… the death of
Duran, any condolences… everything.”
“You
don’t need to be worrying about—”
“But
I do,” Jolak snapped. “Actually, Neo is the one who needs this, and he needs
this information so he may do his job as King Consort, which I am going to help
him with. So yes, I need it. Give me access. Now, Hamza.”
Neo
hiked his eyebrow. Jolak was in rare form this morning.
