The afternoon meeting ran long.
Adrian sat at the head of the table, listening to the regional directors report their quarterly numbers. Europe was up. Asia was flat. South America was a mess.
He signed off on a budget adjustment. Approved a hiring request.
When the meeting ended, the directors filed out. Adrian remained in his chair, staring at the map on the wall—a large world map, marked with pins where Volkov Industries had offices.
“There's something else,” Marcus said.
Adrian turned.
“Viktor's money. The 'Holy Water' project. I traced more of the transfers.” Marcus pulled up a document on his tablet. “It's moving through a network of shell companies, but the endpoint is always the same.”
He turned the tablet so Adrian could see.
“Central Java.”
Adrian's eyes moved across the
