CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Calver had gotten to work early. He had misjudged the morning traffic and had time to spare, so he sat on the sixth-floor breakroom and ate his pastry breakfast. Calver wore a broad smile. His joy was partly because of the deal he had made the night before but more to do with new software coming online for the weekend. Software that would change everything, particularly for Calver personally.
His deal had gone well, sure they were Russians, but he was a businessman and not a government, not really. He just worked for them. Calver did not consider himself a traitor, just a man with products that people were willing to pay a lot of cash for.
The breakroom wasn’t busy. Most people had brought in coffee and went straight to their desks. They’d had breakfast with their fami
