Chapter 22 · Your Lawyer's IP

"That's not my voice." I said it before I even understood what I was looking at.

Torin's tablet threw blue light up his jaw, up the pipe behind him sweating with condensation, and the little rectangle in the middle of the screen kept playing anyway. Me. My mouth. Words coming out of it that I never put together in that order.

"Add the buyout clause. Kill the appointment. I'll split it with you."

My own face. My own blazer, the navy one I wore to the Rink Authority hearing. Except I never said that sentence to anyone, not in that room, not in any room, and the audio had a seam in it if you listened close — a half-second where my breath cut wrong.

"Where did that come from." My hand was already on the tablet, trying to pull it toward me. He didn't let go.

"Board packet. Went out forty minutes ago." Torin's thumb froze the frame on my open mouth, mid-word, ugly. "Every trustee got it. Every bondholder rep got it.