The San Jose decoy office was perfectly quiet. The heavy glass door to the inner conference room was shut, blocking out the faint sound of Jessica typing at the front reception desk.
Grayson Knight sat at the polished mahogany table, reviewing a printed ledger of Apex Financial’s daily transaction volume.
The conference room door clicked open. Quinn Harper walked in, carrying a massive, plastic-bound stack of legal documents that looked to be at least four hundred pages thick. She dropped it directly onto the center of the mahogany table with a heavy thud.
"Jessica is doing a phenomenal job," Quinn said, pulling out a leather chair and sitting across from him. "A courier just tried to deliver a package for Vanguard. She refused to sign for it, told him the company doesn't accept unsolic
