I quickly jumped out of my seat and left the boardroom, typing a message to Theo on my way:
By the time I got to my office, he was already there, seated casually on one of the leather chairs.
“I have been waiting for a while,” he said, his tone calm but his eyes restless.
“I didn’t know you were here,” I replied, walking to my desk and taking my seat across from him.
“Well, I came to meet you,” he said, glancing around the room nervously. “I wanted to clear up whatever you think you know.”
I didn’t waste time. “Whatever happened to David Johnson?” I asked, my curiosity and impatience cutting through my voice.
He gave a short, bitter laugh. “Impatient much?” Then his expression hardened. “After we stopped funding David’s operation, I called him—mostly to apologise incase dad met with
