The conference room in the LA office had glass walls that looked out over the city, but Dayo kept the blinds drawn. He didn't need the view. He needed the numbers on the screen in front of him, and the voices coming through the speaker, and the quiet certainty that the moves he was about to make would matter six months from now.
Alice sat to his left, her tablet open, her thumb scrolling through streaming data without her eyes following. She had grown quieter since the recruitment, more efficient, less inclined to fill silence with noise. Valery was across the table with a notepad actual paper, which he insisted on even in rooms full of technology. Urich and Wayne sat at the far end, Urich nursing a coffee that had gone cold an hour ago, Wayne typing intermittent notes into a laptop that pinged softly every time a new report landed.
