Daniel moved on Thursday morning.
Not reactively deliberately. The way he did everything that mattered. He'd spent Wednesday evening making calls and by Thursday at eight he had a clear picture of what had happened, how it had happened, and what needed to happen next.
The article had come from Vanessa.
Not directly she was too careful for direct. But the thread led back to her through two intermediate steps that his communications team had traced by midnight. The journalist. The source. The particular framing of it that bore Vanessa's fingerprints in its precision.
He sat at his desk at eight fifteen with that information in front of him.
And made three decisions.
The first was the call to his legal team.
"I want a cease and desist prepared," he said. "Targeted and specific. Every
