From Chapter 1 — The Dock
"Essential to ornamental. In eighteen months."
Harold was the guy you called when everything went sideways. He knew every tape, every backup, every recovery procedure. The guy who ran the mainframe tape library at Edward's first job — a defense contractor. Irreplaceable.
Then they moved to disk-based backup. Eighteen months. Harold got a desk in compliance. Make-work. He had gone from the guy everyone needed to the guy nobody called.
Edward's question
"How do you know I'm not going to become Harold?"
Marcus's answer
"Because you're paranoid enough to worry about it."
Then Marcus checked his phone. Victoria Hartwell. Pre-IPO compliance. His thumb was typing before he made a conscious decision.
That is the novel in miniature. One man building toward a finish line. One man unable to stop wondering if the finish line is the wrong metaphor. Both of them right about something. Both of them wrong about something else.
The arc
From March 2025 to December 2027. From the dock to the epilogue. The looking never stops.