My brother smiled.
“Morning.”
Then everyone started talking at once.
Some cried.
Some hugged him.
I stood near the elevators.
Noah looked at me.
“Still angry?”
“Yes.”
“Reasonable.”
“How long will you ask?”
“Until the answer changes.”
“It won’t soon.”
He nodded.
“Also reasonable.”
Mercer Holdings survived.
Barely at first.
Then steadily.
