Lagos
I pick up the documents that Luna left on Zeldric’s office desk and waste no time reviewing them. They are the balance sheets for the last month of several shell companies owned by the organization. My job—apart from advising Zeldric and covering his back—is to launder all the money coming in from our illegal businesses.
“How’s it going with the cryptocurrencies?” I ask Luna. As usual, she’s settled on the sofa with her laptop resting on her legs. She doesn’t seem to be listening.
“Luna, I’m talking to you.”
“What?” She shakes her head from side to side as if just emerging from her thoughts.
“Are you okay? You seem a bit distracted.”
“Of course I’m fine.” She forces that fake smile she loves to use as armor. “What do you need?”
I bite my tongue to avoid telling her what I need
