Cooper pointed his gold pen at the vellum deed in my lap:
“Arthur Vance needed the master cryptographic key card.”
“He needed the sovereign lineal proxy that only Arthur Mercer’s direct biological descendants could execute upon the statutory reversion.”
“When Harrow reported that Clara had read the apology, that the blue folder was in the trash, and that the child was discredited, Arthur believed the board was won.
Believing that Harrow would deliver the executed surrender waiver before dawn, Arthur convened an extraordinary emergency midnight session of the Supreme Court for zero-two-hundred hours.
Once that fraudulent waiver was registered, Arthur intended to execute the master conveyance deed tonight, transferring Conduit Ten directly to Valkyrie in Vaduz for sixty billion dollars in carried interest.”
“And tonight…?”
I asked.
Vice Admiral David Mercer checked his chronometer:
“At zero-two-hundred hours this morning, Lauren…”
The Admiral tapped his heavy gold signet ring against the titanium case:
