"Is it?" Reeves leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. "Because what I saw on that security footage looked like three separate abilities with no adaptation period between them. Structural manipulation for the stretching. Spatial manipulation for the portal. Gravitational manipulation for the restraint."
"My Essentia's full capabilities are classified through Angelo Corporation," I said smoothly. "But that's not why you called me here, is it, Professor?"
Her eyebrows rose slightly, the only indication that I'd surprised her. "Perceptive. You're right, Mr. D'Angelo. While your registration status concerns me, I'm more interested in something else."
She stood up and walked to the window, her back to me. Her figure was outlined perfectly against the morning light—tall, curved in all the right places, with the kind of posture that suggested she knew exactly how good she looked from every angle.
