Chapter 25
The man from outside the hospital. The one who had said that name twice and looked at me like he was seeing something he had given up on finding.
He was wearing a suit today, dark charcoal, and he looked composed in a way that was clearly costing him something.
His jaw was set and his hands were loose at his sides and he was looking at me with those same eyes, that same particular quality of intensity that made my skin feel tight across my shoulders.
I held his gaze for exactly two seconds.
Then I looked back at the CFO.
“You were saying the Q3 timeline has flexibility,” I said calmly. “Walk me through what that means in practical terms.”
From my peripheral vision I saw the stranger pull out a chair midway down the table and sit.
He did not announce himself. He did not
