Michael activated his London network from his desk, five encrypted messages sent in a twelve-minute window. He used three different channels a burner email to the private investigator in Mayfair, a secure portal for the corporate intelligence firm in the City, and a pre-arranged code phrase texted to his contact at Companies House. He gave them one name: **Meridian Strategies**.
Find the address. The directors. The banking. The clients. Find who owns it, who runs it, and whether they have anything to do with the predictive program that had turned four unknown artists into chart phenomena overnight.
