Damian answered the call in three clipped sentences, his voice sliding back into the cold, controlled rhythm of a man handling a crisis instead of the one who had just been standing inches from my lips.
"Understood. Don't approach him yet. I want eyes on his travel patterns, nothing more." He ended the call and set the phone down slowly, his jaw tight.
"What did she find?" I asked.
"Vale requested access to an offshore account this afternoon," Damian said. "One tied to a subsidiary he shouldn't have any reason to touch. Elena thinks he's preparing to move money somewhere untraceable. Possibly preparing to run."
"If he runs, we lose our only lead inside the company."
"I know." Damian dragged a hand through his hair, frustration and fear both flickering across his face. "Elena's arrangi
