I don't sleep that night. I lie in bed running the acquisition date over and over, doing math that keeps landing on the same conclusion no matter how many times I redo it.
Eight years. My mother's policy sat inside Vantage's system for eight years before she ever got sick. Someone made that decision. Someone signed the paper that made it possible.
By the time I get to the floor the next morning, I've already made up my mind about something Talia is not going to like.
"I want to request a meeting with the board," I say, before she's even fully sat down at her desk. "Not Voss directly. Just enough to get inside the room, see who's actually running things up there."
Talia sets her coffee down slowly, the way she does when she's buying time to control her reaction instead of showing it imm
