The skyline glittered like crushed diamonds against the velvet night as Alora set her notes down on the kitchen island. The penthouse was silent except for the low, rhythmic hum of the HVAC system and the soft jazz playing from the built-in speakers.
Hayden poured two fresh cups of coffee, sliding one across the marble surface toward her. "If Marcus is planning to bypass compliance again, he’s going to need a backdoor through corporate finance or legal. Those are the only two departments he doesn't fully control."
"Which means we lock down both," Alora said, tracing the rim of her mug with her thumb. She looked up, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "If I audit the last three quarters of financial disbursements while cross-referencing legal filings, any unauthorized movement should stick o
