Lena's POV
I almost didn't go in.
I stood outside the conference room door with my notebook pressed against my chest and told myself I was just observing. Learning. That nobody in that room would be paying attention to me. That I could sit quietly in the corner and absorb and disappear and it would be fine.
Then I thought about what Sophia said.
Let the room adjust to you.
I pushed the door open and walked in.
There were six people at the table.
Damien at the head, obviously. Henry to his left. Two men I recognized from Abel's files,
Richard Hale, who talked too much, and a Morrison board member named Patrick Esse who was loyal to money. A woman I hadn't seen before with a tablet and a precise haircut who turned out to be the company's CFO. And Marcus, sitting across from Damien,
