Jade dove into the project, working days, nights, and weekends. To be close to the office and to prevent her from “wasting time” looking for an apartment, Lanniter rented a modest suite for her at a hotel a few metro stations away. Jade never went there except to collapse into the bed or wake up and shower.
Lanniter drove her relentlessly. A perfectionist with little patience for mistakes, he was not an easy man to work for.
Her office on the third floor of the Treasury Building soon looked like the quarters of some demented terrorist determined to bring down the American financial system. It was packed with strange-looking equipment, the ornate walls covered with her family-tree style interconnection diagrams and greatly magnified sections of fake one hundred dollar notes. One day there
