Day Fourteen began before the sun had fully cleared London.
JD Records' command room was already awake.
Nobody had gone home properly. A few people had disappeared for showers, clean shirts, or twenty-minute naps that did more damage than rest. Coffee sat everywhere. Someone had brought fruit that nobody touched. Empty food containers had been cleared away twice and replaced twice, as if the room had become a place where exhaustion fed itself.
The screens stayed bright.
The global composite model sat at the center of the main display, refreshed every few minutes by Mara's team. Around it were the major monitored markets, each one tagged with its own weight, trend line, and risk level. The map looked calmer than the people watching it.
Dayo stood near the table with both hands resting on the back of a chair.
He had not sat down in almost an hour.
