Ryan still didn’t fully trust Justin, so he chose his words carefully—giving just enough to be polite while hiding his true thoughts.
Justin had grown accustomed to this dance. Truth would out in time—his real intentions would surface eventually.
The ghost of a smirk played at his lips. "So tell me, what pressing company matters did you want to discuss?"
He knew exactly why Ryan had summoned him into the car. That question? Just needling him on purpose.
Ryan paused, then slid a document across the leather seats. "Your project’s final expenses are 5% over budget. Make it disappear."
Justin hadn’t expected this audit. "Ryan, I see my mistake," he backpedaled. "I’ll take care of it immediately—no need to involve the board."
"Is that how you address problems?" Ryan’s voice turned icy. "S
