Raphael's POV
The Oraion boardroom had good light this afternoon.
It came through the floor-to-ceiling windows at an angle that made everything look sharper than it usually was. I wasn't feeling particularly certain about anything right now, so I noticed it.
Jackson had spread the competitive intelligence across the table. Printed reports, annotated in his neat handwriting. Market share projections and patent filings cross-referenced against our own development timeline. One section near the bottom was highlighted in three different colours, which meant he'd read it three times and found it worth flagging each time.
Blaise Corps had been busy.
"Their Q4 filing," Jackson said, tapping the highlighted section, "has a framework that overlaps with our tier-two encryption model by about si
