The diligence call ended with everyone pretending not to be exhausted.
“Appendix F stands," Priya said, closing her laptop. “I'll redline the earn-out metric and push a clean to the room."
“Thank you," Amelia said.
Andrew hovered with a spreadsheet like a shield. “Want me to stay?"
“Go eat," Amelia told him. “Both of you."
They hesitated; she lifted an eyebrow; they fled.
Isaac was still on the line, video off, voice smooth in a room she couldn't see. “We're good on our side," he said. “We'll hold for Audit's questions at nine tomorrow."
“Copy," Amelia said. “I'll circulate a recap."
“Don't write the whole novel," he said, fond. “Bullets."
“Two pages. Three if I behave."
“Text me if you need a witness relocation plan."
“We only relocate witnesses who lie," she said. “Good night,
