It had been a verdict on them — on people who mistook a bank balance for a soul, and would have knelt to the number while spitting on the woman.

I stopped, that afternoon, taking a single ounce of it personally, and something I’d carried for three years quietly set itself down.

Chapter 16 — The Tribunal

The corporate tribunal ran through the autumn.

Behind closed doors an independent panel worked through Zane’s catalogue of excuses.

The Bahamas trip had been a “flexible remote-work arrangement,” except the GPS and card data put him at casino tables and shopping centers.