The name hit him at 6:47 AM, halfway through a search he'd run before brushing his teeth.
Richard Lin. Managing Director. Castellano Capital Ventures.
Ethan sat on the edge of his bed in yesterday's t-shirt and felt the full geometry of the trap crystallize around him. Marcus Lin wasn't a TA who'd made a stupid decision out of desperation. Marcus Lin was the son of Henry Castellano's number two, which meant the Derek Stone takedown hadn't just ended a cheating ring; it had humiliated a man who held Castellano's calendar and controlled access to his ear.
He closed the tab. Opened it again. Closed it.
The unknown messenger had sent that information before the NDA. Before he'd signed anything. Which meant whoever they were, they weren't trying to stop him from working with Castellano — th
