One month later, top floor of Sterling Tower. Leon stood up from behind his massive desk and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. I lay on his leather sofa, no mask, no clothes.
"Your mother was discharged today?" He didn't turn around.
"She was transferred to rehabilitation. She started pushing her own wheelchair last week."
"What about the caregiver I arranged?"
"He's fine. More attentive than I am."
He turned around, arms crossed.
"Mia's trial is next week. Prosecutors say the evidence chain is solid. Minimum 15 years."
"I read your mother's financial drafts."
"What do you think?"
"She uncovered something far bigger behind the merger," he said. "Cross-border laundering. It wasn't just my father and Mia. Overseas funds, shell entities, offshore accounts. The whole pipeline."
