It clicks. The graph she's been staring at for an hour is a mirror — the left peak is the reflection, not a separate event. Everything she thought was two things is one. She sits back. She has to catch up to what she's just seen.
"Wait, say that again." She puts her coffee down. "The study was funded by whom?" He tells her again, same words. And there it is. The conclusion of that paper has been sitting on her desk for a month, and the funder is the exact company whose competitor the paper is trashing. She almost laughs. The whole shape of it is suddenly visible.
Twenty minutes on thirteen down: "unwavering carriage," seven letters, nothing fitting. Then POSTURE. Not carriage-of-goods — carriage-of-the-body. He wrote it in. The rest of the grid unlocked in a minute.
