A Wellington security supervisor. My security supervisor. The man handed Elias a temporary access card.

My jaw tightened.

Marie whispered, “I found the override logs. Someone pulled your schedule and accessed the private floor registry. They knew you weren’t supposed to be back tonight.”

I looked at Elias. He had stopped pretending.

Victor saw my face and lowered his voice. “Daniel. Think before you speak.”

But I was already speaking. “Who paid my staff?”