She arrived at the Wilder Dynamics building at seven-twelve, in yesterday's clothes with her hair pinned up in the car and her mind already three moves ahead. Kane met her in the lobby. He had changed since the 4 a.m. summons — a suit, pressed, the particular controlled readiness of a man who had spent two hours deciding how to carry something difficult and had arrived at his answer.
He looked at her for a moment. "You brought the boys."
She had. Rosa was beside her with the double stroller — an impulse decision in the driveway that she had assessed for three seconds and decided was right. "The vote requires my presence. It doesn't specify the conditions of my presence." She looked at the stroller. "And if Damian wants a boardroom confrontation, he can have it with his sons in the room.
