Chapter 47: Arthur Vancouve

It is 10:15 AM on Monday. On my desk, three separate digital monitors display the real-time ballast metrics for our container fleet clearing the Rotterdam locks, but I am not looking at the shipping lanes. My attention is fixed on Harrison, who stands exactly two paces inside the oak door, his wool overcoat still damp from the courtyard.

Harrison has been my primary security asset for nine years. He does not exaggerate, he does not offer personal opinions, and he does not waste words.

"The meeting concluded at nine-twelve," Harrison says, his hands crossed behind his back. "Director Albright called Anastasia into the main administrative boardroom...