It was a filing notification.
A Blackwood Industries internal announcement, forwarded to me as a restructuring
stakeholder, timestamped four seventeen that afternoon. While I had been sitting across
from Adrian in a warm restaurant talking about a silver watch, he had signed off on a
decision about the Harlow subsidiary without consulting me. Without a word. The filing
was already done. The announcement was already drafted. And I was finding out about
it the same way any external investor would, through an automated notification in my
inbox at eleven forty-three at night.
I read it twice. Then I sat down on my couch in my coat and read it a third time.
The Harlow subsidiary was part of the restructuring framework. My restructuring
framework. I had a formal stake in every material
