“Access to the Sixth Floor.”

That got my attention.

“You won’t live there, obviously,” KQ said as she swung her feet off the desk. “But I can give you a limited-access elevator pass, so you can use their amenities. And trust me, Pey. You want to use their amenities.”

I swallowed. The Sixth Floor was the highest floor in all of Hell. It didn’t get better than that without crossing into Earth’s delicious atmosphere. Not only that, but the Sixth Floor had one thing even Earth didn’t have, and my plan was impossible without it.

The Looking Glass.

“Okay,” I said. “Yeah. I’ll do it. Thank you.” I smiled and reached across KQ’s desk and took her hand, forgetting the toothpick and all of the repulsive things I’d seen her do with it.

“Fantastic. Here is your first target. Student. Whatever. I need you to be with them every second you can be. On your calls, at your meetings—take them into the bathroom if you do anything impressive in there. Teach them whatever you’ve got. Ride them as hard as you want; I won’t do much monitoring. But if they don’t start meeting the marks, your ass will be on the line.”

She handed me a manila file. There was a paper clip on the front, which held a small card. The elevator pass. I grazed the smooth surface with my fingertip and had the urge to pull it to my lips. I fought it, instead slipping the card into my ID lanyard.

“Don’t fuck it up.”

As soon as I’d walked out of KQ’s office, I opened the manila folder.

I should’ve seen it coming. I bet you did.

Calamity Ganon.

I turned around, about to bang on KQ’s door again. About to point out that Cal wasn’t bad; she was just new. About to say whatever I had to say to get her away from me. But then I remembered KQ’s words. I could do whatever I wanted to get results. I would be the one in charge. I sat down at my cubicle and flipped open the folder again.

Plus, now I had her file.

SILAS