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it is to get data organized, and how hard it is to do that when the data set is as big as yours.”
    David and Brandon exchanged a quick look. Lisa’s smile slipped for only a second, but Jess logged it. “That’s definitely true. I’m sure you know that better than anyone.”
    A man—Jess thought his name was Sanjeev—on the other side of the table caught Lisa’s attention. “Is Peña coming in for this?”
    â€œHe’ll be here,” Lisa said, and then turned to Jess. “Sorry to make you wait, Jessica.”
    â€œJess is fine,” she said, adding unnecessarily, “I mean, calling me Jess is fine.” Another awkward pause. “I wasn’t referring to myself in the third person.”
    After some courtesy laughter, the room fell into a pin-drop silence. It seemed that everyone but Jess knew what this was all about, but no one could tell her until River had arrived. Unfortunately, no one knew where he was (“He said he was on his way up from his office ten minutes ago,” Sanjeev told the throat-clearing, paper-shuffling table).
    Nor could anyone think of something to say. So of course, her mouth opened, and words tumbled out. “You all must be very excited for the launch.”
    Heads bobbed around the table, and Brandon Butkis delivered an enthusiastic “Very!”
    â€œHave you all given samples as well?” she asked.
    There was a strange exchange of looks around the table before David said carefully, “We have, yes.”
    Jess was just about to break and ask for some bloody information when the door burst open and River made a grand entrance much like his irritating, sweeping arrivals at Twiggs. “I’m here. What’s up?”
    A tangible energy filled the room. Everyone sat up straighter. Every eye followed him as he moved to his seat. Yes, he was great to look at, but there seemed to be more to the weight of their attention, like the low, humming vibration of hero worship.
    River’s gaze passed over the group, sweeping past Jess before pausing and jerking back to her face. “Why’s she here?”
    â€œHave a seat, Riv,” Lisa said, then turned to a petite Asian woman to her right. “Tiff? Do you want to hand out the data?”
    Data. Yes. Great. Jess’s shoulders eased, and she took a sheet when the stack came around.
    The handout contained much less information than Jess would need to give useful feedback on a commercial undertaking of this scale. Two client IDs were listed at the top left and a red circle around a number in the upper right corner. Ninety-eight. Beneath was a table with a simple summary of a data set: variable names, means, deviations, and P values with many, many zeroes after the decimal.
    There was a highly significant finding in this data; the urgency of this meeting was becoming clear.
    River released a breath that sounded like it’d been punched out of him.
    â€œWow,” Jess said. “Ninety-eight. Is that a compatibility score? I realize I’m new to this, but that’s huge, right?” She flipped back to her memory of Lisa’s presentation. “Diamond?”
    The nervous energy at the table doubled; all but one head nodded. River was still staring at the piece of paper.
    â€œYes,” Lisa said, and her smile was so intense the skin had grown tight around her eyes. “The highest we’ve seen in the DNADuo is ninety-three.”
    â€œOkay, so are we asking about a way to confirm this interaction?” Jess leaned in, looking at the variables. “Without the rawdata, I can only guess, but it looks like you’ve customized your stats using an N-type analysis—which is exactly what I would have used. But I’m sure you know the biggest problem with this is that the bounds we would normally use for a typical algorithm become less effective. Though”—she chuckled—“looking at this P value, I’m