"Damien," I said.
He looked up.
"We have twenty-one days," I said. "And we have enough — between Crystal's drive and Simone's documentation and Patricia's audit pull — we have enough to take this to the planning board, the financial regulator, and a journalist simultaneously. Done correctly, all three move at once. Eleanor and Voss cannot manage three fronts simultaneously."
He looked at me.
"And Lia?" he said. "If we move against Eleanor directly—"
"Is there someone Lia trusts?" I said. "Someone who can be with her when this breaks? Not Cole Industries. Not anyone in Eleanor's circle." I paused. "Someone who has nothing to do with any of this."
He thought.
"Marcus Vale," he said.
The name landed with the particular weight of a significant irony.
"Marcus," I said. Carefully.
"He
