I walked into Halden and Cole the next morning before anyone else had arrived, wanting to make this decision on my own terms before the whole office had a chance to watch me make it.
Priya was already at her desk when I knocked on her open door, dark circles under her eyes that told me she'd probably spent half the night on the phone trying to find some version of this that didn't end with either me or thirty other people losing their jobs.
"You didn't have to come in this early," she said.
"I wanted to." I sat down across from her, my hands steady in a way that surprised me, given how little sleep I'd actually gotten. "I've thought about it all night, and I want to step off the Steele account voluntarily. Before Whitmore forces your hand and makes it look like something it isn't."
Pri
