POV: Lewis | Location: London
He called her at ten forty-seven.
The board meeting had run two hours past the confidence vote — Q3 projections, the Canary Wharf close-out, the standard agenda that continued regardless of what had happened at eight-fourteen. Lewis had chaired all of it. Harrison had sat at the far end of the table and contributed fourteen words, all procedural, all correct.
Yessica picked up on the second ring.
"Five to three," Lewis said. "Motion failed. Audit committee confirmed for Tuesday."
"Fiona texted me at eight-sixteen," she said. "I know the result. I want to know how the room felt."
He looked at the London street outside Aldridge's building. Taxis, grey morning, the city entirely indifferent. "Harrison read the votes in about four seconds," he said. "He didn
