Maya's POV Nobody moved. A spoon touched a saucer. Whitcombe's pen stopped halfway to the pad. At the foot of the table, the sovereign emissary lifted his eyes for the first time that morning. Beside me, Alex went still. He didn't speak. I felt it through my knee, the way you feel a wall at your back in the dark, solid and warm. His hand came to rest on the table beside mine. It did not cover it. He only left it there. "I'm going to tell you what I owe you," I said. "Then I'm going to tell you what I won't do." I looked down the long table, face by face. "Nine years ago, my father died and this company was a ship with a hole in it. Six months ago, a man I used to be married to tried to take it, and a forged document tried to take it after him. Fifty-one percent, on paper that hadn't been made yet. Every one of you could have sold. The share price fell nineteen points that week." I let it sit. "You held." Whitcombe's jaw moved. "I've thought about why. It wasn't my nam
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