Industries was a shark

c. Twelve men sat around the oval tab

e doors s

e wal

had tailored to fit like armor. Her hair w

he table, stood up. "What are you d

straight to the empty chair at th

it out an

attorney," she said, placing her leather fold

r right, nodded. "It is in

th a pen. "Go back to the hospital, Darcie. You don't kn

"The shell company is called Blue Ridge Transport," he'd said, his voice a calm whisper. "It's sloppy, Darcie. He's siphoning money through in

pened he

d, her voice projecting clearly. "But I

topped directly in front of him. It wasn't a spreadsheet. It was a high-resolution st

made you a liability to this company's sharehold

tter!" Hugh blustered,

a fiscal matter now." She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice so only he and the people next to

f the shell company, Darcie's ace in the hole, la

ugh Maxwell's executive privileges pending a ful

Sterling raised his. Then

loyalty to famil

ied," Sterli

stood up, shaking. "I am th

, resting her chin on

id softly. "And show som

nty-four!"

Darcie said. "That make

room. Everyone was wa

so hard Darcie thou

... D

to your office and pack your thin

med out o

ehind her in the lobby. Then, she leaned against the metal

Nine.

led it

back to the

room. "Fleet! You

hand-the one t

I suspended

idiot. She squeezed his h

' (She t

signal to him. She wasn't just surviving. She was fighting. For the company. For

she was doing. She dr

ughed nervously. "Okay. Reward time.