The joint session had run two hours.
They'd worked through the fallout of Ricky's moves with the specific efficiency of two people who had decided, without discussing it, to treat the conversation as purely operational. Liam had retracted the Rora AI documents from his board members before she'd arrived—had already sent formal misconduct queries to Reeves and Martinez by the time she sat down. He'd told her without ceremony, the way he reported things he'd already handled, and she'd received it the same way.
It was the cleanest two hours she'd had all week.
She gathered her things. Stood.
"I'll see you out," Liam said.
They came through the lobby doors and the cameras found them before her eyes had adjusted to the light.
