The call came at eleven at night, and Noa knew before she even answered it that something had gone wrong, because nobody at Vasko Group called this late unless the building itself was on fire, figuratively or otherwise.
"Get dressed," Kieran said, no greeting, voice tight in a way she'd never heard from him. "I'm sending a car. Now."
"What happened."
"Renata Cho's reviewer's clean report wasn't the end of it." A pause, and in that pause Noa heard something she'd never heard in his voice before, something close to fear. "She's not satisfied. She thinks the clean report means we're better at hiding things than she expected, not that there's nothing to hide. She's called an emergency meeting with two of her associates for tonight. I need you here."
"Why me specifically." Noa was already m
