“Stop refreshing."
“I'm not—" Jasper said, eyes glued to the board portal as if it could change by shame alone.
Angela slid his laptop half an inch away. “You're refreshing."
Across the small glass room outside the ballroom, Maya paced, phone at her ear. “We've suspended the four vendors," she said. “Yes. Yes, today. No, we're not waiting for 'Monday.' The bank has a flag. Freeze the profiles."
Jasper rubbed his temple. “We need Comms to push a statement."
Angela didn't blink. “We need restraint."
“This is my company."
“For the moment," she said, and then into her own phone: “Yes, Greg, I saw the slide. No, you may not delete Slack. Yes, that was a real sentence you just said to me."
Maya ended her call and faced Jasper. “Shareholders are in the lobby," she said. “Three of them. Th
