"I imagine you do," he said quietly.
She stood and picked up her bag. She had what she came for.
A signed contract, a first appearance, a Thursday meeting. The operation had a shape now. It was no longer just fury with nowhere to go. It had a structure, and structure was something she knew how to work inside.
She was almost at the door when she thought of something.
"The chandelier," she said, turning slightly. "On your floor. The corridor is very grey."
Nathaniel looked up from his desk.
"Someone gave it to me," he said. "I keep it because it cost too much to move."
"You could have put it anywhere else in the building."
"I could have." His eyes dropped back to his desk. "Goodnight, Miss Beckett."
She left.
In the elevator going down, she stood very still and stared at the doors
