The neutral territory facility was a converted conference center that had been abandoned during the last Continental recession.
"It has good bones," Catherine said diplomatically, surveying the cavernous main hall with its water-stained ceiling and peeling paint.
"It has bones, period," Maya corrected. "Good is generous."
"It's got space, it's affordable, and most importantly, it's neutral." Yuki was already measuring rooms, her practical nature evident. "Six weeks of renovation and it'll be functional."
"Functional isn't inspiring," I said, walking through what would become the Institute's new headquarters. "We need this place to make a statement. That reform is professional, sustainable, here to stay."
"Statements require money we're still raising," Morgan reminded me. She'd been on
