It had kept what it heard.

And what it heard, I now played, in the middle of the terminal, out of the small speaker of my tablet, so that the nine directors and Fiona and Arthur and Flynn himself could all hear my husband’s own voice.

“Once the acquisition closes,” Flynn’s recorded voice said, easy and certain, “we move the rest of the money and dilute Mabel’s trust.

She signs whatever I put in front of her.