She folded on the eleventh of August at twenty past seven in the evening and it was not, in the end, a decision.
They had come out of a four-hour conference with the solicitors that had gone extremely badly — the client had asked, twice, whether they were "quite sure about the junior team", meaning her, meaning a fourteen-day trial in the Commercial Court in the hands of a woman who was six years' call — and Nate had put down two sentences in the middle of it that had killed the question so completely that nobody had gone back to it.