“How?”
Margaret’s gaze flicked to Harold, then Brandon, then finally to me.
I felt it before I understood it. Like the first cold drop before an avalanche.
“The major contracts,” Margaret said evenly, “are under Coraline’s name.”
For a second, the words made no sense. They floated above the table, disconnected from reality, like someone had accidentally spoken in another language.I set down my fork.