My Husband’s Secretary Kicked Me Out of the Elevator Because She Thought I Was an Intern. I Was About to Tell Her I Was the New CEO… Until I Saw What She Was Wearing on Her Wrist.
Alexander’s polish cracked.
“You have no idea what it costs to hold a company this size.”
The auditor kept going, in the flat voice of a person reading a map: money moved to private accounts, to property held off the books, to intermediaries.
I will not recite the routes.
The destinations were enough.
Camila’s voice shook.