Stellan knew by Thursday morning.
Not because anyone told him nobody had told him directly. But he had built his information network carefully over many years and it had never once failed to deliver what he needed before he needed it, and what it delivered Thursday at seven fourteen was a single message from a contact inside the firm's legal department.
*Forensic report filed with board. Three fabricated elements confirmed. Your name is in the covering letter.*
He read it once.
Put his phone face down on his New York desk.
And sat with it for exactly the amount of time it took him to understand that the approach he had been using had run its course and something different was required.
Not retreat. Stellan did not retreat.
Repositioning. There was always a next position.
He called
