(Lena)
Cole called at half past four.
I was still at my desk going over the Midtown project specs when my phone vibrated and his name came up on the screen. I picked up and he got straight to it the way he always did.
"The preliminary hearing has been scheduled," he said. "Thursday morning at ten."
I put my pen down. "This Thursday?"
"Yes. I need you at my office at eight. We'll go through everything before we get there."
After we hung up I sat at my desk for a moment without moving.
Thursday. Four days away. I had known this was coming, had been told it was coming, had signed documents and reviewed filings and sat across from Cole in his office more than once going over what the process looked like. Knowing something was coming and having it land with a specific date attached were
