“That will be your office,” Nolan said, checking his watch as though he’d scheduled it.

“Your company’s vendor controls triggered an automated review yesterday afternoon.

Redpoint got flagged the moment someone finally looked.

These things are patient, Damon.

They don’t forget a relationship just because you failed to declare it.”

Damon stared at him.

The phone rang a third time, insistent, and this time — because I think part of him understood that ignoring it would not make it stop being true — he answered.

We all stood on that lawn and watched his face come apart in real time.