et down
er a thousand dinners, when someone
ost clients, a decent parking spot. She folded her hands. If you th
red director in the corner glanced at Chri
s try another way. Ask me w
gn the trans
told you about the boxes. You would've let me buy your shares for
toward the edge, but if she stopped now, she had s
nt received from the Hart Client Trust Account, four point two million d
spoke, she real
ted, just enough, like a sh
t, he said. And that date didn't app
I saw it in the
mph in his voice just something e
e only one who looked like he had slept in his suit, set down
et, E
She ran through her options and found none. She
t know those numbers. But I do. And you're the
ong she could hear the rain
ke flat, almost
, or
amera ever showed, the tired shadows under his eyes, the muscle in his jaw clenched tight. This was a man who had been
He he
ctor leaned in. Christ
's, Chris
dropped
red. Thoma
n a fist. His credentials. His digital autho
e late chairman, name carved into brass in t
happened to Benjamin Hart
ords came out harder than she me
ened. My father was bu
turned
s client money. Those grey eyes burned. Either the system is broken or my father came back from the grave to rob a client trust. I've spent eleven mont
e cream coloured page seem
ansfer. And a seal t
asked you here. If your father left anything behind, anythin
s, suspicion haunted her. Now, a billionaire in
knew, somewhere in that family, a n
I trust you
morless smile flickered. Not ye
wer, but noticed s
gone from his
gap she saw Reed in the corridor, hand pre
t when Christian sa
certainty, that word of this meeting was
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