The color went out of her face so fast she seemed to age a decade between one breath and the next.

“Jessi?” she stammered, half-rising.

“What — what is the meaning of this intrusion?

You’re unwell, you shouldn’t be—”

“Sit down, Wendy,” said Evelyn Reed, and her voice went through the room like a blade, and Wendy sat.

Luca shot to his feet, pointing at Flynn.

“Sterling-Vance, this is a private internal board meeting.

You have no standing here whatsoever.”