Chapter 11: Thursday

The hearing room had nineteen people in it. Marsh. The firm's general counsel. The ethics chair. Three members of the executive committee. Camille, with a lawyer of her own. And in the back row, in a black suit, silent as a loaded gun: Sebastian Vale. "Ms. Adair," the ethics chair said. "You've submitted materials." "I have." I stood up. "Exhibit one. The document produced by this firm as my registration record. Note the file metadata, page four of your packet. Created 11:42 p.m., March...