Industries was a shark
c. Twelve men sat around the oval tab
e doors s
e wal
had tailored to fit like armor. Her hair w
he table, stood up. "What are you d
straight to the empty chair at th
it out an
attorney," she said, placing her leather fold
r right, nodded. "It is in
th a pen. "Go back to the hospital, Darcie. You don't kn
"The shell company is called Blue Ridge Transport," he'd said, his voice a calm whisper. "It's sloppy, Darcie. He's siphoning money through in
pened he
d, her voice projecting clearly. "But I
topped directly in front of him. It wasn't a spreadsheet. It was a high-resolution st
made you a liability to this company's sharehold
tter!" Hugh blustered,
a fiscal matter now." She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice so only he and the people next to
f the shell company, Darcie's ace in the hole, la
ugh Maxwell's executive privileges pending a ful
Sterling raised his. Then
loyalty to famil
ied," Sterli
stood up, shaking. "I am th
, resting her chin on
id softly. "And show som
nty-four!"
Darcie said. "That make
room. Everyone was wa
so hard Darcie thou
... D
to your office and pack your thin
med out o
ehind her in the lobby. Then, she leaned against the metal
Nine.
led it
back to the
room. "Fleet! You
hand-the one t
I suspended
idiot. She squeezed his h
' (She t
signal to him. She wasn't just surviving. She was fighting. For the company. For
she was doing. She dr
ughed nervously. "Okay. Reward time.
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