Priya Bhatt sat across from Acker's desk at five o'clock, professional and composed, until Acker slid a printed document access log in front of her without a word.
Her composure cracked almost immediately.
"I can explain," she said, glancing between Acker and Hunter, standing near the window.
"Then explain," Acker said, his voice carefully controlled.
"Nobody threatened me," she said quickly, like she wanted that established before anything else. "I need you to understand that first. Nobody coerced me into anything."
"Then why," Acker asked.
"Money," she said, and the word seemed to cost her something to say out loud. "A man approached me three months ago. He knew details about a difficult period in my life, financial trouble I'd never told anyone at the firm about. He offered a sign
