Split POV — Graham / Lucy
GRAHAM POV
The door to my office closed at 12:03 p.m.
I’d waited until the floor thinned out for lunch before calling Brian in. I hadn't wanted an audience. I'd had enough of those this morning, I had felt the weight of Harland's frown and Cho's pen moving across her notepad as she repeatedly shook her head.
Brian sat across from me with the posture of a man trying to appear unconcerned and achieving the opposite. His jacket was still caught wrong on one side. He hadn't fixed it. That detail bothered me in a way I couldn't fully articulate.
"The Harland question," I said. No preamble. No softening. "Walk me through it."
"It was just—” he was asking about the variance in the Q3 baseline comparison. I explained that the methodology—"
"You didn't explain," I s
