“He knows the technical specifications as well as I do.”

“Marcus is twenty-six years old,” Alan Vance said, the sound of his wristwatch tapping against his wooden desk coming clearly through the line.

“If you walk away from this launch now, it goes straight onto your annual evaluation.

You understand what that means for your future in this division?”

Ethan turned back toward the kitchen table, looking directly at June resting against my chest.

“Marcus has the file,” Ethan said.