Nobody slept. Reagan's office turned into a war room in earnest, whiteboards wheeled in, three lawyers on speakerphone from different time zones, and somewhere around three in the morning Ivy found herself standing at the window with a cold cup of coffee, watching the city lights blur into something that looked almost peaceful from this high up.

Sterling found her there.

"You should go home. Sleep. You have the interview at eight." He said it gently, none of the command from earlier in the night.

"I'm not going to sleep tonight either way. Might as well not do it here, surrounded by people rehearsing talking points." Ivy didn't turn from...