The advisory board met on a Monday.
Conference room B on the forty-second floor — the same room where Richard Cole had sat with his attorneys six weeks ago. Aria had thought about that when she booked it. Had decided it was exactly the right room. Something about using it for this felt correct. Like reassigning a space from its old meaning to a better one.
Helen Park arrived first.
She came in with a leather folder and the particular energy of a woman who had been waiting nine years for something to do with her anger and had finally found it. She looked around the conference room — the long table, the city view, the Cole Enterprises logo on the wall — and nodded once.
"Good room," she said.
"I thought so," Aria said.
The others arrived over the next fifteen minutes. Not all seventeen
