Chapter 473

• There are days in business when you can feel a shift in the air when facts don’t line up, and the truth smells too clean to be real. This was one of those days.
• The conference room on the 42nd floor of the Brightmoor Corporate Tower had been converted into an investigative media suite. Glass walls, high-definition monitors, and rows of observers PR reps, compliance officers, legal consultants were all gathered in a hush of anxious energy.
• Ivy stood at the front, her presence calm, clinical. Sharp white blazer, hair pulled back, every gesture measured. She’d always been a genius in toxicology, but today she was doing more than explaining a theory. She was showing the city what real corruption looked like.