A Calculated Match

~Kaelen~

My grandmother's summons arrived the way they always arrived, through her personal assistant, two days in advance, with a single line: Tea on Thursday. Four o'clock. Don't be late.

She had been sending variations of that message my entire life. When I was eight, it meant I had done something wrong and needed to account for it. When I was twenty-two and just taken over LEG, it meant she ha