SIMON
Marcus Reed's office occupied the entire top floor of Reed Tower, which was the kind of architectural statement that said everything about the man inside it. Glass and steel and the particular arrogance of someone who needed their ambition visible from street level.
I had been in that office twice in twenty years. Both times across a negotiating table. Both times I had left with what I came for.
I wasn't there today. I was in my own office watching David pace the length of my desk which he only did when something genuinely concerned him and David was not easily concerned.
"Reeves filed a request for comment yesterday," David said. "Laurent Industries, specifically the Monaco trip, specifically the guest list."
"Who did he send it to?"
"PR department. They flagged it to me immed
