“That’s confidential, ma’am,” he responds curtly. “How long have you worked for Mr. Akopov?”
“A few months as his assistant,” I answer truthfully. “Before that, I was in marketing for five years.”
“And what do you know about his business dealings outside of Akopov Industries?”
My mouth goes dry. “Nothing. I just handle his schedule, correspondence, things like that.”
The agent studies me, clearly skeptical. “You’ve never seen or heard anything suspicious?”
I shake my head. “Nothing comes to mind. Mr. Akopov is very private about his personal affairs.”
The lie comes easily. Too easily. I’ve been covering for Vince for months without even realizing it.
From Vince’s office, I hear raised voices. Special Agent Carver emerges, looking frustrated.
“The safe’s empty,” he tells another age
