Lena's POV
The word hung in the laundry room.
Setup.
I watched it land in Damian's expression — not shock, he was past shock at this point, but the specific cold recalibration of a man dismantling an assumption he'd built the last hour's plan on.
"Walk me through it," he said.
"The envelope," I said. "Marcus gave it to you at the private members' club. Victor's full financial architecture — account numbers, jurisdictions, names." I paused. "Rosa's message to Victor said I had documentation from Marcus. It was deliberately vague — we wanted Victor to infer what he needed to infer."
"But his response specified the account numbers," Damian said.
"Exactly," I said. "Numbers that were only in that envelope. Numbers that Victor should not have known we had unless Marcus told him." I held
