Chapter 6

Maisy closed the journal, her fingers trembling slightly. She opened another one. This time, it was a letter.

The paper was old, with clear creases, as if it had been opened and folded many times. The Natarian seal on it was clearly visible.

She took a photo and sent it to her assistant, asking her to find a translation.

Three minutes later, the assistant sent back the translation.

[Dear Dr. Arthur Russell, we are honored to invite you to be the Chief Surgical Mentor for the International Medical Alliance 'White Tower' in the Arabon region.

[Having you on board would…