Chapter Four: No One Behind the Door

At the same moment, Gu Yan entered with a lawyer. She saw the voting proxy and went paler than she had been on the rainy street. “Chenzhou,” she said, “my father sent me to negotiate.” But Chenzhou was watching the lawyer's briefcase. Water dripped from it, though no rain had fallen outside. The drops struck the carpet and turned the blue-black of moisture ink. That briefcase had just come from Archive Cabinet Seven.