She didn’t answer him.

I counted it, the way I count everything: three full seconds.

“Terminated,” she said.

“Gross negligence.” Gavin tapped his phone against his leg, twice.

“I’d rather not air the details in front of the group.”

The woman in gray turned her printed page over.

Columns of numbers, a long run of timestamps down the left margin.

She squared the page against the edge of the table and set her hand back on it.