The strategy session began at seven sharp in a glass-walled conference room on the seventieth floor.
Representatives from Finance, Strategic Partnerships, and Legal had gathered to discuss preliminary due diligence for Sterling Foundry's potential investment.
I sat near the wall, laptop open, recording responsibilities and which departments would authorize disclosure of sensitive materials.
Augustus guided the meeting with his usual precision, although he spoke less than normal, letting Finance handle most of the technical questions.
Nobody else seemed to notice.
But I knew that look.
His attention was divided between the meeting and whatever Margaret Shaw had uncovered that afternoon.
The seventieth floor.
Someone with access to our network.
Perhaps someone sitting in this room.
I kept typing.
