The first indication that the clause was going to be tested appeared under the appearance of routine. With tense looks and clipped accents, Adrian's security crew proceeded too quickly for a typical briefing. Emly saw right away. She had become adept at reading the penthouse's subtle changes and rhythms, just like sailors do with the wind. Adrian had perfect posture when he walked into the living room, but the atmosphere wasn't. There had been a slip. Something was happening more quickly than he had planned. He stated without preamble, "They're escalating." "Vale?" Emly inquired. "Yes." "How?" "Public pressure," Adrian answered. "Intimidation in private." He's pushing multiple fronts at once. Emly softly folded her arms. "You decide whether or not I become collateral damage at this point."
