I froze, my fingers tightening against the plastic frame of my tablet. "How do you know that?"
"Because I was sitting on the south terrace yesterday afternoon when Janella Jakes and Benedicta Moore came begging Julian for a targeted strike against your life," Asher said, his voice entirely level, completely devoid of emotion as he delivered the revelation. "Janella wanted to correct your 'non-conforming behavior.' Julian wanted to see if the level-four transfer would finally crawl back to the flats if he took away her roof."
A dark, icy rage flared deep in my chest, but my face remained a perfect stone wall. "The Vance conglomerate owns the lease registry. It's a legal loop within the municipal code. I am currently recalculating our housing metrics."
"You can't recalculate a structural
