He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine with fierce intensity.

“I want every single Moretti account, vendor, and contract examined. I want every stone turned over. I want to know exactly what they stole, and I want to know how to tear the rest of it down.

And from what I saw six months ago… you are the most dangerous woman with a calculator in this entire city.”

I looked at Julian.

I looked at the pristine, empty ledger sitting on my desk, waiting to be filled with truth.

I took one more sip of coffee, smiled warmly at the morning sun, and picked up my favorite fountain pen.

“Let’s get to work, Julian,” I said.