Chloe hurried down the steps and caught Julian’s sleeve. Her dress snagged on a cable, but she pulled it free without looking.
“Tell them Aria faked it,” she said. “They’ll believe you. They always believe you.”
Julian looked from the offshore account to the transcript. When Chloe tugged again, he removed her hand from his arm.
“Was any of it real?” he asked. “Or was I useful?”
“Useful?” Chloe’s voice carried without the microphone. “Of course you were useful. You had the Sterling name, the company, and access to everything Aria built.”
More phones rose around them.
She pointed at his chest. “You can’t order lunch without her assistant preparing the menu. I wanted the company. You were the man sitting in her chair.”
Julian took one step back. Chloe saw the cameras and covered her mo
