The morning was not spent in silence. It was spent in motion.
Dante didn’t give Evelina time to recover from the humiliation of the inspection. At 07:00, he hauled her out of the residence and into the armored car. They were going back to Aubert & Fils, not to the boardroom, but to the vault.
“The acquisition is signed,” Dante stated as the car tore through the streets of Geneva. “Now we secure the physical assets. You will inventory the restricted storage.”
Evelina sat rigid, wearing a black pencil skirt and high collar blouse he had selected. “I am not your secretary.”
“You are the only one who knows what is real and what is fake,” Dante said. He wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at his phone, his leg bouncing slightly. A rare sign of tension. “I don’t trust Aubert’s inventory li
