Sophie Chen had never been in charge of a security operation before.
She had been in charge of seventeen PowerPoint presentations, four dumpling competitions, one Gerald the ficus ribbon ceremony, and approximately two hundred and forty-seven group chat conversations that had spiraled into chaos. But a security operation—a real one, with actual threats and FBI involvement and Lucas Grey's seventy-two-hour sleep deficit hanging over everyone's heads—was new territory. And Sophie Chen, when faced with new territory, did what Sophie Chen always did: she opened a new PowerPoint file and started typing.
"The plan," she announced at 9:00 AM on the fourth day after the letter arrived, "has seventeen phases."
