A rolled-up copy of the San Francisco Business Chronicle hit the polished mahogany table of the penthouse with a heavy, definitive thud.
"She actually did it," Toby said, his voice a mixture of absolute awe and sheer disbelief. He unrolled the newspaper, flattening the creases with shaking hands. "Front page. Above the fold."
Grayson Knight sat opposite him, holding a cup of black coffee. He didn't look at the paper. He didn't need to. The Oracle Terminal was already projecting the digital text of the article into his retinas.
"Read the headline, Toby," Grayson commanded softly, taking a slow sip of his coffee.
"'The House of Cards: Harrington Group Faces Imminent Liquidation,'" Toby read aloud, his eyes scanning the dense columns of text. "Gray, she didn't pull a single punch. She nam
