Marven still hadn’t let go of his pen. He only slowly lifted it, angled it toward the light, then said softly, “Your entry looks clean. The documents look fine. But unless I can verify the source, you’re just a salaried clerk who showed up late.”
Diana folded her arms and paced once around Lucas as if appraising the value of an item. “Your name is Lucas, right? Let me guess. He —” she pointed at Zeyan “— hired you? How much? A million? Five million? Or are you just in debt from medical bills and doing this to buy more time?”
Lucas remained still. His face gave nothing away.
Zeyan said nothing.
Elena raised her eyes, bewildered — she didn’t know who this man was. And more importantly, why he had come in at this exact moment?
Diana smiled thinly. “I must say, that’s a neat trick. Bring
