Aria’s POV
He found an empty study off the main ballroom, the kind of room event venues kept furnished for exactly this purpose—private conversations that couldn’t wait for the drive home.
“Callahan didn’t just hear a rumor,” Romanov said, closing the door behind us. “Someone gave him specifics. Details about Dmitri’s payments that only a handful of people know.”
“Who has access to that information?”
“Myself. You. Elena.” He counted them off before adding, “And the forensic accountant who traced the payments.”
“You think it’s the accountant.”
“I need to stop assuming loyalty just because someone has worked for me a long time,” he said. “I made that mistake with Dmitri. I won’t make it twice.”
The exhaustion in his voice went deeper than the gala, deeper than tonight’s confrontation,
