Reagan's office at midnight looked worse than it had the night before, every light on, three assistants Ivy hadn't met working phones in the outer room, the whole floor humming with the particular tension of people trying to stop a fire before it reached the roof.

"Someone on my team leaked it," Reagan said, no preamble, the moment they walked in. "The contract language is specific enough, our internal formatting, our clause numbering, that it didn't come from your lawyer, Ivy, and it didn't come from mine. It came from inside this building."

"Who," Sterling said, voice flat and dangerous.

"I don't know yet. I've got four people with access...