“Clara, it’s a travel brochure.”
“It’s a company charge.”
“I was going to reimburse it.”
“When?”
His expression hardened.
“Why does every ordinary gesture become an interrogation?”
Because ordinary gestures usually came with ordinary receipts.
His phone lit.
Victoria.
He turned it facedown.
“I have to take this.”
“Of course.”
At 7:10, Victoria arrived through the side entrance carrying gala materials.
I asked directly:
“The company registered under your maiden name.
Who hired it?”
“Vance.”
“Who approved payment?”