He seemed perfectly amicable. Charming even.
"This is Claire," Ven said. "She works with me. Claire, this is Celino and that's Meli."
Celino smiled wide and nodded to her. "Welcome!"
"Thank you."
Celino slapped Ven's shoulder. "I have news for you. Come."
They went into the house.
Meli Carvanna smiled at her. She was short, dark-haired, with big breasts and wide hips, and beautiful brown eyes on a tan face. She looked as if she belonged on the porch of this house, in the garden of dahlias, on this planet. This is what the women Ven grew up with looked like, Claire realized. Standing next to her, she felt at once awkward and inadequate. She would never be like this. She shouldn't have come.
"No matter how much time Celino spent in the city, he's still a man of the provinces," Meli said. "Men retire to discuss Important Business, and we women are expected to entertain ourselves by cooking. Since I already finished dinner, I say we revolt and drink wine on the balcony instead."
"Very well."
Claire followed Meli through the house to the balcony, where they sat in the padded chairs, a small table with two glasses and a bottle of wine between them. Meli poured the wine into two glasses. The golden liquid filled the glasses.
"You must excuse them," Meli said. "Knowing Ven, the Sangori problem is driving him up the wall. There is nothing he hates more than being made to look foolish. He detests it. Always did, since he was a child."
"You knew him when you were children?" Claire kept her face carefully neutral.
Meli nodded. "We all grew up in the same area. Ven's cousin dated my youngest brother. Did I say something unpleasant?"
Claire looked at her. She was sure none of her emotions had reflected on her face.
"I'm trained to assess minute facial expressions," Meli said. "Yours was one of distaste."
"Why would one require such a training?" Claire said.
"I'm an assassin," Meli said. "Or I was, rather. For many years. It's considered prudent to rapidly identify emotions in my line of work." She smiled. "It keeps you breathing longer. So why distaste?"
Claire looked at the flowers. "You reminded me that I am an outsider."
"Oh? Where are you from?"
"Uley."
"So how did you and Ven meet?"
"He hired me." Claire closed her mouth, hoping to leave it at that, but the older woman watched her with a rapt expression. Silence stretched.
"It started with the war ending," Claire said. "I worked as a secretary, so I was viewed as a civilian..."
Twenty minutes later, when she was done explaining, Meli smiled. "I'm glad you and Ven found each other. Celino and I married late by kinsmen standards and Ven is almost as old as Celino was when we married??
Claire looked into her empty wine glass. "I think you might have an incorrect impression. Ven and I are not a couple. I'm his admin."
Meli sipped her wine. "I see. There go my hopes. It's impolite to listen in on a conversation that doesn't concern you."
Claire drew back. Something rustled in the garden below. A small tan hand clasped one of the wooden columns supporting the roof. The second hand joined the first and a child pulled himself up on the balcony rail. He was tan, with Celino's grey eyes and Meli's chocolate brown hair. A streak of dried blood marked his temple and his left forearm sported a long knife cut.
"How did it go?" Meli asked.
The boy raised his face. "I kicked his ass."
"Good. Go wash up. Your father will expect a full account at dinner."
The boy ducked inside.
"Neighbor kid problems," Meli said.
"Yours is a strange culture," Claire said. "Beautiful, vibrant, and passionate, but also savage."
Meli stretched "It's the planet. It heats our blood and makes us do crazy things. Resistance is futile, Claire. It will claim you as its own sooner or later."
The bionet jungle flashed in Claire's mind. "I think it already has."
When Celino and Ven emerged from the study, they moved to the dining room. They had dinner, a delicious parade of perfectly seasoned dishes, during which the ten-year-old Ramiro Carvanna had to describe in excruciating detail every moment of his fight with twelve-year-old Soldano Chellini. The Sangori problem was discussed briefly - the always prosperous family had made a number of costly investments that failed. The firm was teetering on the brink of collapse and the establishment of the bionet servers was Savien's desperate attempt to project an image of thriving success and drum up more business. Celino pounced on the opportunity as if he'd