Ryan picked up the phone. "Diana."
"The federal agents left your building," Diana said. Her voice was pristine, ringing with the cool, unhurried cadence of a woman who commanded empires before lunch.
"They did. Sterling handled it flawlessly. They walked out with nothing."
"Of course they did," she replied, the faint sound of a pen scratching against paper echoing on her end of the line. "I don't employ lawyers who lose arguments, Ryan. The immediate threat seems gone."
"Agreed."
"Which brings us to the optics," Diana continued smoothly, shifting gears with ruthless efficiency. "Tomorrow night. The Astor Hotel. There is a high-profile fundraising auction. Tech, finance, and media will be heavily represented. I need you there."
Ryan looked at the empty chairs across from his desk. "For visibility."
