Nora Vale

Her eyes flicked to his frayed cuff, the old laptop sticker residue, the coffee he had not bought because he had decided water was free. "That is a good quote," she said. "It's not for publication." "Everything is for publication unless agreed otherwise." "Then I agree otherwise." "I haven't agreed." He looked at her then, really looked. "You came here because you thought you found a story about insider trading. What you found is a man who made one decent trade and still has a negative net worth. Punch up, Ms. Vale." For the first time, she seemed less certain. "Nora," she said. "Ethan." "I am punching up. I just don't know at what yet."