Corin finds me alone at my desk after hours, which by itself tells me something's wrong before he even speaks.
"Arden." He glances around the mostly empty floor before pulling up a chair uninvited. "We need to talk. Privately."
"You've never asked permission to talk to me before."
"This conversation's different." His usual polish looks slightly frayed tonight, tie loosened, exhaustion visible under the careful composure he normally wears like armor. "Calloway's restructuring senior staff. Word came down this afternoon. She's reviewing every broker with ties to the old regime, deciding who stays useful and who gets quietly removed."
"And you think you're on the removal list."
"I know I am. Voss protected my position for years, kept me insulated from scrutiny in exchange for loyalty. No
