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*Sunday | 6:30am | Voss Industries, 52nd Floor War Room*The war room was too cold and it smelled like coffee that had been sitting on the burner since 4am. Adrian Voss was standing with his arms crossed in front of three screens, watching two analysts who looked like they hadn’t slept try to turn a one-second moment into something that would last longer in someone’s head. On the center screen was Elena from eight months ago at the Meridian Gala, in that black dress, laughing, and her hand was on Daniel Reese’s arm because the man had almost tripped on the steps. Daniel Reese was thirty-four, single, and built like he lived in a gym, which was exactly why Adrian had pulled his photo from the archive instead of anyone else’s. One of the analysts glanced up and said, “Sir, we’ve matched the lighting from camera three and added the timestamp. It looks clean.” Adrian nodded slowly and then said, “Send it. Unknown number. No text. Just the image.” The other analyst hesitated for half

*Monday | 7:00pm | Live on Channel 7 News* The studio was too bright and Victoria Hayes looked smaller under the lights than she did in person, and she was sitting on the couch with her hands folded in her lap like she was trying to keep them from shaking. The host, Liza, said, “Mrs. Carter, thank you for coming. I know this isn’t easy for you.” Victoria nodded and said, “It’s not easy. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, sitting here and talking about my family like this.” Liza asked, “What made you decide to speak publicly?” Victoria took a breath and said, “Because I’m tired of watching my son lose people, and because I know I’m part of the reason why.” Liza didn’t respond right away. Victoria said, “When Ryan married Elena, I didn’t accept her. I didn’t try to. I thought she wasn’t good enough for our name. I said things I can’t take back. I treated her like she was nothing.” Liza asked, “Are you referring to the incident at Mr. Leonard Hayes’ burial?”

*Wednesday | 10:00pm | Carter Holdings, 42nd Floor*The lights on the floor were dim except for Elena’s office and the war room down the hall, and the air smelled like coffee and paper and the kind of exhaustion that settles into your bones after two days. Ryan was at the long table with three laptops open and his phone on speaker and a stack of contracts in front of him that he had been reading line by line since Monday morning. Maya came in with another cup of coffee and said, “You need to go home.” Ryan didn’t look up and said, “Not yet.” Maya said, “The Meridian deal closes tomorrow at 8am. You’ve been up for 40 hours.” Ryan said, “Then I have 8 more hours.” Maya set the coffee down and said, “Elena said to send you home.” Ryan said, “Elena’s not here.” Maya left without arguing.---*Thursday | 1:00am | Elena Returns*Elena came back from the airport at 1:14am. She had been in Chicago closing the Blackwood talent transfers, and she walked into her office to find Ryan asl

*Monday | 6:00am | Carter Holdings, 42nd Floor*The floor was already full at 6am and it wasn’t even opening bell yet. Maya had coffee in one hand and three phones in the other and she was walking fast past the trading desks where analysts were shouting numbers into headsets. She stopped at Elena’s office door and said, “It’s today.” Elena was already in a black suit and she was looking at the Nasdaq screen on the wall. Elena said, “I know.” Maya said, “Carter Tech IPO. $8 billion valuation. First tech spin-off in ten years.” Elena said, “I know that too.” Maya set the coffee down and said, “The board is in the conference room. The press is downstairs. Ryan is on the phone with NYSE.” Elena picked up the coffee and said, “Then let’s go.”---*Monday | 7:00am | The Boardroom*The long table was full of people in suits who had not slept. The CFO was standing at the front with a slide that said: _Carter Tech: Opening Range $42-$46. Target Raise: $800M._ The CFO said, “We’ve had

*Wednesday | 7:25am | Carter Holdings, 42nd Floor*Elena didn’t sleep. She told Maya she went home but the truth was she sat in her office with the lights off and watched the city go from black to gray to that ugly morning color that meant people were about to start asking her questions she didn’t have answers to. Maya came in at 7:30 with coffee and stopped when she saw Elena hadn’t moved. Maya said, “Mr. Hales called an emergency session. 8am. Boardroom 3.” Elena took the coffee and said, “Why?” Maya said, “Leadership vacuum. Stock is up but the press is asking who’s in charge.” Elena said, “I’m COO.” Maya said, “They want more than COO.” Elena nodded. She was wearing black. Not for mourning. For armor. Black didn’t show when her hands shook. Elena said, “Who’s coming?” Maya said, “All nine. Mr. Hales, Mrs. Delgado. The rest.” Elena said, “Okay.”---*Wednesday | 7:58am | Boardroom 3*Boardroom 3 smelled like old coffee and tension. The table was too big for how quie