Their eyes locked, and Dust could feel the static. A deadly silence persisted for nearly a full minute before Ledger finally spoke. “Alright, Miss Dust.” He reached down into his desk, drawing out a black stamp and a pad of ink. He took the stamp in his mouth, dropping it over the center of the form. “You’re approved. Take this form and these bits to the clerk downstairs.” Each word came slowly, laced with venom. “She’ll handle everything.”