The shareholders each had their own thoughts, but Nadia wasn't interested in their schemes. She remained focused on her duties. After reviewing the company's recent financial records and transactions, she found no evidence of fraud, which gave her some reassurance.
After a long day of work, Nadia returned to her villa, exhausted. A shadowy figure appeared under the streetlight.
"Nadia! I've been waiting for you!"
A man staggered toward her, almost tripping over his own feet.
It was Brett. His clothes were even more tattered and dusty than they had been during the day. His face was gaunt, cheeks sunken, and cheekbones protruding.
Hunched over, he carried a black crossbody bag. His hands fidgeted nervously with the strap, his lips pale, and his expression haggard.
He looked pitiful in
