Caelin's office inbox delivered the next test with a government header, three forwarding stamps, and a subject line polite enough to be dangerous.
Identity confirmation requested for public safety broadcast.
Caelin's aide read it once, stopped moving, and kept both hands above the keyboard.
Jade saw the change in her face before the feed caption caught up.
"Keep the attachment off live screens until we know what it wants."
The aide turned the monitor away from the room and unplugged the second display with her free hand.
Caelin stood behind her, tie loose, sleeves rolled, eyes fixed on the message like it had come with teeth.
"It came through emergency media coordination, so it already has a public path."
"That means it wants your answer in a format strangers can quote."
The aide swallowed.
"The form gives us two boxes and no human answer."
Below the form sat a hospital contact note from Mr. Hollis.
Caelin read it without opening the attachment.
