She sat back, seemingly lost in thought. “Like I said, my mother carried me in her later years. She’d been on a mission for Zarek when she got pregnant. For some reason, she didn’t recognize the signs until she was so far along that terminating her pregnancy would endanger her own life. And come what may, she would not do that.” Chaya sat quietly for a moment.
“When I was born, I’m told that my mother was distraught. She’d hoped that at least she’d have born a boy. But when that wish was not met, she came up with an incredible idea—one so good, she eventually created a business around it. Zarek, impressed with her foresight, moved her up even further in the ranks of his advisors. In Chiran, few women fill such roles at all. Those who do are, like my mother, ruthless . . . heartless.”
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