"Overly dramatic. A few of my brightest employees are quitting. Those who haven’t gotten where they’d hoped to, with Blue Ant. So few do, really. Someone like Sleight tries to quit with optimal benefits, of course. Builds his own golden parachute. Robs me blind, if he can. Information flows out, before these parties depart, to the highest bidders. Always more than one golden parachutist." He took her arm again and crossed the narrow street, in the wake of a passing Mercedes. "Too many moving parts for a solo operator. Sleight, probably Jacob, two or three more."