“The corporate ledgers are my responsibility, Clara, not yours.”

The April ledger, I said, keeping my voice quiet and analytical, shows three separate payments of three thousand dollars to something called the Tagus Valley Group, all of them marked as administrative consulting, but the bank routing numbers go directly to a medical facility in Lisbon.

He slammed the heavy mug down against the marble with a crack that splashed black coffee across the clean white surface.

“You are not a partner in my firm yet.