The car that took Seb from Vale hospital moved quickly through the morning traffic. He sat in the back and said nothing for the first several minutes. Just looked out the window with the expression of a man whose mind was somewhere his body hadn't arrived yet.
His phone had started ringing before the car reached the first intersection. He looked at the screen. Then the city moved past the window. Then back at the screen. He let it ring out.
It rang again immediately. He answered.
"...it's everywhere, it's already everywhere, someone pushed it to three financial outlets simultaneously, and it's…"
"Slow down," Seb said.
"Creedfly, sir. There are reports online, financial boards, and two verified accounts with significant followings, saying the company is collapsing. Internal instability. Leadership crisis. The language is…" the voice stopped, recalibrated.
"It's been written to sound like a leak. Like someone on the inside got out." Seb said nothing.
