Linsy kept her gaze fixed on the screen, her voice a model of professional detachment. "I am still on the payroll, and you, Mr. Helwart, require a new secretary. It is my duty to ensure a smooth transition and select a competent replacement for you."

The words, so reasonable and final, scraped against a raw nerve in Michael. This wasn't about duty; it was her meticulously planned escape route, and she was laying the tracks with infuriating efficiency.

"And when, precisely, will you be ...