"Defect—my, that’s an ugly word! We want you to join us. Your husband, David, too. We can promise you both a level of support that might surprise you." Rainey nodded at the deck screen before her. A financial spreadsheet was coming up. "Of course, we know about your personal financial worth. We were surprised to see that, without Rizome, you scarcely own anything! Sure, you’ve got shares, but the things you’ve built don’t belong to you—you just run them for your corporation. I’ve known plumbers with bigger salaries than you have! But things are different here. We know how to be generous."