“Eleven thousand two hundred.”
Third.
“Seven thousand six hundred.”
“All paid?”
“All cleared.”
The payments were spread across six weeks.
They had moved through Vance-linked accounts before reaching the consulting company.
“Who approved them?”
“I’m still checking.”
The office door opened.
Victoria entered carrying a thin folder against her coat.
She stopped when she saw me.
“Clara.”
Her voice stayed pleasant.
“I was told Julian wanted the revised gala schedule upstairs.”
Arthur closed the ledger.
Victoria looked at the invoices.
Then at me.