The room on Corin's note turns out to be a converted conference space on the thirty-eighth floor, no signage, no name plate, just a keypad lock that Renn manages to bypass in a way I decide not to ask questions about.
Talia sits in a chair near the far wall, hands zip-tied loosely in front of her, more restrained than hurt, though the exhaustion on her face tells me the last twenty hours weren't gentle. Two Vantage security officers flank her, and Director Ashworth stands near the window, calm as ever, like he's been expecting us.
"Mr. Arden. Mr. Castor." He doesn't sound surprised. "Faster than I anticipated. Impressive, honestly."
"Let her go."
"She trespassed into restricted executive records. That's a serious matter, whatever your feelings about it."
"She's not leaving this floor
