The lights in the executive conference room remained on long after most employees had gone home.
Documents covered the polished oak table, each one revealing another piece of the complicated puzzle surrounding Blackwood International. Damien stood near the floor-to-ceiling window with a tablet in his hand, silently reviewing the financial records from the flash drive Sophia Bennett had given him.
Behind him, Lucas and Evelyn compared transaction reports while Aria organized the files into separate folders.
The room was quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
It was the quiet of people working toward the same goal.
After several minutes, Evelyn closed another file and looked up.
“I’ve checked every transaction twice.”
Damien turned to face her.
“And?”
She shook her head.
“Silver Horiz
