Sophia's POV
The earpiece crackled once. Soft enough that I almost missed it.
Then Damien's voice, low and urgent. "Sophia. Don't react. Mrs. Park isn't just working for Diana. She's been taking money from the Vale fraud account for fifteen years. She's not loyal to anyone in that room."
I kept my face exactly where it was.
Diana was mid sentence, explaining the structure of the offshore accounts connected to Victoria's grandfather, and I made myself nod at the right places while every instinct in my body recalibrated around the woman standing quietly by the door with her hands folded in front of her like she was waiting to clear plates.
She had served me breakfast that morning.
I thanked her.
"You're not listening," Diana said, catching the shift in my attention.
"I am," I said. "
