"Meira identifies the name of Zuan’s primary financial manager who holds the master keys to the syndicate's Swiss accounts!"
Bisma repeated the words softly as he stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass window of a private dressing room in West Zurich. Outside, the early morning sun reflected off the snow-covered rooftops, casting a sharp, metallic light across his features.
He adjusted the dark silk tie around his neck, smoothing the lapels of a tailored charcoal suit designed to blend seamlessly into the high-end corporate circles of the Swiss financial elite. In his coat pocket lay forged press credentials and a VIP pass granting access to the upper levels of the Grand Hotel Zurich.
"Julian Croft is already in the private lounge on the fourth floor," Meira’s voice sounded through
