Lena's POV
The deposition was scheduled for nine a.m.
I was ready at seven-fifteen.
Not because anxiety had pulled me out of bed early, or not only because of that, but because Diana had been unambiguous from the beginning about what preparation meant in practice and I had taken that ambiguity seriously. Three weeks of twice-weekly sessions. Every question from every possible angle.
Every trap, every reframe, every attempt at provocation ran through until my responses were not just correct but automatic, not just accurate but unshakeable.
I knew what Richard Voss was going to try.
Diana had walked me through his playbook with the methodical precision she brought to everything, not to frighten me but to remove the element of surprise, because surprise was a weapon and she was not goi
