The hotel suite was quiet except for the faint rustle of paper.
Anna sat at the glass table near the window, with documents from her briefcase spread carefully in front of her. Beyond the glass walls, the Mediterranean shimmered under the night sky, but she barely noticed it.
Across the room, Adrian stood near the bar, pouring two glasses of whiskey.
Neither of them had spoken for several minutes.
Finally, Anna broke the silence.
“These transactions..." she said slowly, tapping one of the ledgers. “They’re not just Velvet Circle payments.”
Adrian walked over and set a glass beside her.
“What are they?”
She slid the paper toward him.
“Shell companies. Offshore transfers. Some tied to private security contractors.”
Adrian studied the page carefully.
His expression hardened.
“Merc
