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Diane called at 7:03 AM. I was brushing my teeth.
“We have a problem,” she said. No greeting.
“What kind of problem.”
“Check your email. Then get to the facility. Victor wants all three of us by nine.”
She hung up. I rinsed my mouth, picked up my phone, and opened the email.
A tabloid link. I tapped it.
SECRET HOTEL RENDEZVOUS: COLE HARRINGTON AND TEAM PSYCHOLOGIST CAUGHT WEEKS BEFORE SHE WAS EVEN HIRED -- HOW LONG HAS THIS REALLY BEEN GOING ON?
Beneath the headline was a photo.
I recognized the restaurant immediately. A steakhouse near the Magnificent Mile. Three weeks before my official start date, while I was in Chicago settling in, the Glaciers had hosted a welcome dinner for incoming staff. Diane had invited me. Fifteen people at a long table. I had sat at one end, made
