Table Seven

Wexler was in her sixties, compact, direct, with eyes that had survived donors. "Mr. Cole," she said, "people tell me you are either a fraud, a savant, or the future of risk management." "People like simple menus." Marcus smiled. Wexler did not. "Can your company detect market manipulation?" "Sometimes." "Election misinformation?" "Sometimes." "Supply chain attacks?" "Sometimes." "That is a lot of sometimes for a man attracting national attention." "It is the only honest answer." Wexler studied him. "I am drafting an AI accountability framework. Most founders ask me to regulate their competitors and exempt them." "That sounds efficient." Priya made a small sound that might have been warning.