She got back to Robinson Enterprises at five fifteen.
James met her at the elevator again. This time his composure was doing more work than usual — she could see it, the precise internal effort of a man holding something carefully while everything around it moved fast.
"He's called the board meeting off," James said.
"Good," she said.
"They weren't happy."
"They'll be less happy if he signs something today and it unravels tomorrow," she said. "Who's in the building right now? Senior staff. People with access to the structural finances."
James looked at her.
"You have a theory," he said.
"I have a direction," she said. "Theory comes after information." She held his gaze. "Who has been here longest. Who was here before Ethan took over. Who knew his father."
James was quiet for exact
