Morris arrived at three fifty-eight.
Henrik came in at three fifty-nine, without his cast for the first time, his arm in a lighter support brace that allowed more movement. He sat with the careful precision of someone whose arm was functional but was being reminded of its recent history.
Volmer arrived at four.
He looked at the room — at the people in it, at the documentation spread across the table, at the specific quality of a meeting that had the weight of accumulated information and imminent decisions pressing against its beginning.
"Right," he said. "Let's start."
Sera Vane opened her documentation.
