Julian stood. He had been quiet through Gilbert's presentation while asking the right questions and not filling space. Now he reached beside his chair and lifted a roll of paper that was thick enough to hold its own shape.
"Sorry," he said. "This needed room."
Nate shifted the glasses out of the way. Gilbert stacked the satellite images without being asked. Franz stayed where he was, close enough that Arianne could feel the warmth off his arm. He was not pressing. He was just there.
Julian unrolled the timeline across the table.
The timeline was color-coded with years in pale bands and events in darker ink. Financial movements appeared in red that bled across the paper like something still open. The timeline started before Arianne turned thirteen and before her father's death.
She set her glass down, and the sound was too loud.
