REMI'S POV
The documentation went to the pack law authority first thing Monday morning.
David Harlow delivered it personally — two hundred and thirty-one pages, indexed, with Patricia's certification on every supporting exhibit, the authenticated charter section, the financial trail, the Wren Aldridge access logs, and the full record of the Cartwright operation going back over two decades. He called Dax at nine-fourteen to confirm receipt. The authority had assigned a senior adjudicator within the hour, which meant someone had read the cover summary and understood what they were holding.
I was at my desk when the call came through.
Not the corner of the fifty-eighth floor I'd borrowed in the early weeks — the Luna's working space that Margaret had set up on the residential floor, compa
