Kara pushed off the wall, taking a step towards the center of the room. "So why are you here? Now?"
"Because," Greaves said, finally turning fully to face her, the movement economical and precise, "Washington wants definitive answers. Specifically, whether private mining operations like yours are circumventing regulated liquidity channels. Whether this company is masking offshore transfers through local node operations. And whether you're utilizing shell partners to distribute mined currency through unlicensed wallets."
A profound silence descended, thick and cold as the winter grey pressing against the windows.
"That's... quite a lot of suspicion," Rachel observed, her pen still.
"Suspicion," Greaves countered, her gaze unwavering, "is invariably the first step."
The door handle clicked, breaking the taut atmosphere.
Everyone turned their gazes.
He was here at last.
