The name was Idra Coss.
The same woman who had chaired Nara's LMA panel. Who had read Adisa's counter-complaint and dismissed the harassment case in under ninety minutes and told Crone's lawyers to consider the Authority's discretion before filing again.
Who had given Nara the most important fair hearing of the year.
Also: who had been operating a financial network in the northern corridor for eleven years.
Zevran put the phone down on the coffee table. Neither of them spoke for a moment. The city outside did its midnight thing — both halves lit, indifferent, the bridge between them carrying traffic that moved and moved and never asked for context.
*Two things,* Solène said. Not a question. Just: naming it.
*Yes,* Nara said. *Two things that are both true.*
*That's the specific diff
