He found it in the security log at eleven-twelve: a client arrived on floor fourteen at ten, a meeting scheduled on floor twenty-two, eleven minutes of waiting before the main line call came through. He pulled the room booking record. The wrong floor information had been entered and corrected in a narrow window, after the client was already waiting and before the trace could be made cleanly, and the access credentials on the original entry belonged to Victoria Monroe.
He looked at this for a moment with the particular stillness of confirmed suspicion. Then he set it aside.
Seraphina had redirected the client, walked him to the right floor, had the meeting started only eight minutes late, and left a note in the system that said simply: Client redirected, meeting commenced, no lasting issue. No complaint filed.
She had fixed it and logged it and returned to her work. She had not told him.
He called Dylan in at three.
