Adrian
“Daniel.”
He looked up from the tablet in his hands immediately.
“Yes, sir.”
I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled in front of my lips.
“Well?”
Daniel understood the question without further explanation. He placed a folder on my desk and opened it with practiced efficiency.
“I started with Viktor Cross.”
My jaw tightened slightly at the name.
“And?”
“His studio overseas has multiple investors,” Daniel said. “But it isn’t heavily dependent on them.”
I frowned.
“Cross owns the majority of the shares. Nearly sixty percent.”
Daniel slid a document toward me.
“Most of the investors are minority stakeholders. They provide funding for exhibitions and expansion, but operational control rests entirely with him.”
I flipped through the pages.
“Meaning?”
Daniel met my gaz
