Arthur stood in the doorway long enough for Leo to bump into his back. His eyes moved between the place card and Noah.
Then he laughed once.
"No," he said, shaking his head. "No. I see what this is." He turned his venomous glare on me. "This is your game, isn't it, Chloe? A pathetic, twisted little revenge plot. You coached him. You fed him lines, gave him some data to play with to make him look the part. You hired a team to do the real work and put him up front as a puppet."
He advanced on the table. "Did you think I'd fall for this circus act? You expect me to believe this thing is the mind behind N.C. Capital? You're insane."
Noah adjusted one cube that sat out of line.
Behind Arthur, Leo made a strangled sound. Arthur had spent weeks telling him about this genius and years teachin
