Comhroinn Fuaime

You dial Laura's number, and she answers on the second ring. Her voice carries an edge of irritation. "About time. We've got a situation with the Santos acquisition." Papers rustle in the background. "Campus security changed their patrol schedule tonight—unannounced policy shift. Our team was in position at the clinic when two guards showed up for what they're calling 'wellness checks' on night shift workers. Total bullshit PR move after some student council complaints." You set down your coff