The days after Webb's visit moved differently than any that had come before, faster in some ways, slower in others, the particular strange rhythm of watching someone try to undo fifteen years of careful architecture without letting the whole structure collapse on top of everyone still standing inside it. Kieran called a closed meeting the morning after, just Dmitri, Noa, and two senior members of the operational side Noa had never met, men whose names she suspected she'd find somewhere in that old client list if she looked hard enough.
"We're winding down the disappearance contracts," Kieran said, no preamble, standing at the head of the same conference table where Renata Cho had once laid a photograph down like a threat. "Effective immediately, no new engagements accepted. Existing arran
