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CHAPTER 78: SOKOLOV DISAPPEARSDavid Park calls on a Thursday afternoon with two minutes of information that will take the rest of the day to fully settle in my chest.I am in the kitchen. Helena is on the floor mat doing tummy time, which she now tolerates for increasingly long stretches before protesting. I have the phone between my ear and shoulder and a CFO report open on my laptop on the table and Mrs. Chen is somewhere in the back of the house doing whatever Mrs. Chen does on Thursday afternoons.Ordinary.David's voice is the same as it always is level, no performance, information delivered in the order of priority. He says: Sokolov left the country on Tuesday. He says: the destination is unknown and the departure was not announced. He says: his New York legal team has not heard from him in four days, which he knows because one of Sokolov's lawyers has a contact who called David's office looking for guidance, which suggests the legal team is as surprised by the dep

CHAPTER 77: IRIS RESPONDSI keep records of everything.I have kept records of everything since I was twenty-two years old and doing freelance analysis under a pseudonym for clients who would have used my work without crediting me if I hadn't made them sign documentation first. I keep records because information is only as useful as your ability to produce it at the right moment, and the right moment is not always the one you plan for.The emergency board session is on a Wednesday morning. The article ran Tuesday. I requested the meeting Tuesday afternoon when the stock had dropped 4% and the board had three members calling to ask questions that deserved a proper answer rather than a quick call from a communications team.The chair called the session for ten AM.I arrive at nine-thirty with a presentation already printed, bound, and tabbed two copies for each board member plus the chair's copy, and the external counsel's copy and a digital version on the company server that

CHAPTER 76: SOKOLOV'S LAST MOVEI know his name is on it before David Park confirms it.It arrives the way this kind of thing always arrives not as a call or a message from someone who matters but as a link dropped into an industry chat by someone who doesn't know what they're handling. My phone buzzes at seven-fifty-two on a Tuesday morning with a message from a contact at a sell-side firm who says: have you seen this and attached a URL.I am at the kitchen table. Helena is the bouncer. Mrs. Chen is making the tea that has replaced coffee from seven to ten. The ginger biscuits are in the tin beside my laptop. Everything is ordinary.I clicked the link.The article is published by a financial commentary site I recognize not a major outlet, not the kind that breaks legitimate stories, but the kind that aggregates and amplifies and has enough of a readership that when it says something, other people pick it up. The kind of site that a sophisticated operator uses when they want something

CHAPTER 75: THE FIRST HARD TRIMESTERThe first pregnancy was not easy.This one is harder.I understand, technically, why this is: two bodies instead of one, the additional hormone load, the particular exhaustion that twins produce in the first trimester because the body is doing twice the foundational work. Dr. Reyes explained it at the nine-week appointment and I wrote the explanation in my notebook and I understood it with my brain.Understanding something with your brain and experiencing it in your body are, it turns out, different categories of knowing.I am sick every morning between six and nine. Not dramatically not the kind that requires proximity to a bathroom at all times, though there are days when it gets close. The kind that makes the smell of coffee unbearable until ten, which is a particular problem because I have been drinking coffee since I was nineteen and my body is accustomed to it as a morning presence and now it objects to the smell of it from across

CHAPTER 74: TELLING ELEANORI don't tell Eleanor.This is not an oversight. It is a decision made with the same deliberateness as all the other decisions I have been making since November quietly, without announcing it as a decision, simply by doing it and then moving on to the next thing.I told James at nine weeks, because he needs to know that I will be managing a second pregnancy through the CFO responsibilities and we should talk about contingency structures now rather than later. He takes the news with the same practical acknowledgment he brings to everything, asks two questions about the timeline, and says he'll have a draft staffing plan by Friday. He does not make it personal. I appreciate that.I tell Felicity, who has been in the secured apartment for three weeks, by phone, on a Tuesday evening while Helena is eating. Felicity says: "Two?" I say: "Two." She is quiet for a moment and then she says: "Your body has appalling timing." I say: "I know." We both laugh a

CHAPTER 73: MRS. CHEN'S REACTIONI haven't told anyone yet.This is not a deliberate decision. It is simply that everything has been moving fast and the first trimester is early and the standard advice is to wait until twelve weeks and I am currently at eight and there are several things that need to be confirmed before I begin adjusting other people's lives around information that is still preliminary. Dominic knows. Dr. Reyes knows. That is enough for now.It is a Thursday morning. Helena is asleep upstairs. Dominic left at seven. I am at the kitchen table with my laptop and my second coffee, working through the board update I need to have drafted by noon, when my phone buzzes with a message from Dr. Reyes's office.The follow-up appointment needs to move. The original slot they gave me three weeks out has a conflict with a visiting specialist who does twin monitoring, and they want to reschedule to the following week if I'm available. I call back immediately because the