"Tomorrow morning." The words landed like a physical blow, and for a moment I couldn't make myself breathe past them.
"That's not possible," I said. "We haven't finalized the paperwork. No one outside this room knows the exact time of that session."
"Someone does," the bound man said, blood still dripping from his lip, his satisfaction undimmed by the violence around him. "Someone with access to council filings. It's a matter of public record the moment it's submitted, whether you announce it publicly or not."
Lucien's jaw tightened. "Who filed it."
"I don't know the details," the man said. "I only know what I was told to prepare for."
Marcus crouched beside him, his voice low and dangerous. "Then tell us exactly what you were told to prepare for, or I stop being patient with you."
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