Diana walked into Crowncast's national relay hall through a door that had never been locked against her.
The building had been running on eleven staff and a generator since the disconnection. Every senior operator in it had left when the pay stopped, which nobody in the capital seemed to have noticed.
The lock had never been the reason nobody could take a national feed away from Crowncast. Owning the racks had always been easier than deserving them, which is why the racks had never mattered much.
She had been inside that building twice before, once while Dorian Vale still ran it. The second visit had been the night his archive came apart around him.
Nobody at the desk stopped her, since nobody there had been paid in nine days. Two of them asked whether the freeze was going to lift, which was the only question in the building.
