Professor David Kells had been teaching paralegal studies for twenty years. Before that he'd been a practicing attorney with a specialty in civil procedure, which was exactly the kind of background that produced excellent paralegal educators — close enough to the practical work to teach it correctly, far enough removed to organize it pedagogically. He was sixty-two, had published two textbooks that were used in programs across three states, and had been at the institution where Isabella was enrolled for eight years. His professional record was clean and substantial and built the way professional records were built by people who took their work seriously and did it consistently for a long time.Richard Vale's connection to him was what Richard had described: a shared term on a legal reform advisory board five years ago. The board had produced a policy recommendation that had been partially adopted by two state bar associations. Both Richard and Kells had served for the same two-year te

His first attorney, twenty years ago, in the years before the empire and the empire's collapse and all of everything that had come after. The woman who had structured his first corporate filings, who had been methodical and competent and entirely unremarkable in the way of good lawyers who understood that their job was to serve the client's work rather than insert themselves into it. She had moved to a private practice when he was still in the earlier stages of building, and he had lost track of her in the way you lost track of people when your world expanded and the people who were part of earlier chapters didn't necessarily come with you into the later ones.But she had appeared. Three times over the years — he was counting them now, going back through memory. Once at a charity event in the year before the ICC charges, in the background of a conversation he'd been having with someone else. Once in the lobby of a building where a meeting he'd had was scheduled, also in the background

Ethan was already moving when he spoke."Get me to New York right now," he said, "or the empire offer is void. I don't care about succession and I don't care about shadow economies and I don't care about anything you're holding in those documents right now. My son is in surgery. Get me on that helicopter."Harrison looked at him for exactly one second. Then she said, "Family first. As it should be." She turned toward the door. "It's still on deck. Let's go."There was no argument. No negotiation about the timeline, no attempt to leverage the moment for a faster decision. She just walked and Ethan followed and they were airborne inside four minutes and heading north toward a city that was forty minutes away from where they were and forty minutes had never felt like a number with so much weight in it.Lily answered on the first ring."He was in the recovery room," she said. Her voice had the quality it got when she was holding herself together through force and skill and the knowledge t