Thirty-two minutes later, the war room was a fortress of focus. Jonathan Vance and Daisy Chen had both arrived in loyal time, serious expressions on their faces because Darren had labelled this as an emergent situation.
Rachel stood by the door, organizing a stack of files with methodical precision. Kara sat at the central terminal, her screen a cascade of data streams as she sifted through Grant's documents.
Jonathan Vance, company lawyer, lounged in his chair, his bespoke charcoal-gray suit as sharp as his reputation. His calm and satirical demeanor was deceptive, a mask for the ruthless precision that made him one of the most dangerous attorneys in the city. The exact reason Darren had hired him.
Beside him sat Daisy Chen, legal advisor, her navy-blue blazer and turtleneck a study in understated power. Her fingers were laced, her eyes like twin shards of flint, unyielding and razor-sharp.
