“Why did he really call me?” Maya asked. Because men like you don’t confess by remorse. They confess when they fear losing something.
Victor took a sealed folder from the drawer and pushed it on the table.
My chief financial officer wants to blame you for extortion. He says he seduced the CEO to pay a bill.
Maya felt nauseous. The office air smelled of expensive leather, dark coffee and a carefully scented threat.
“And what do you want?” Sign another lie to save your reputation?
I want you to have the test before they destroy it,” Victor said. And I want to testify against my own meeting.
Maya released a short, bitter laugh, too young to sound so tired.
“How convenient. Now the villain wants to become a witness when the victim was already sacrificed.
Victor did not immediately respond. He walked to the window, but this time he didn’t look like the city’s owner.
“I will not apologize to you expecting to receive it,” he said. I’m giving him a way to destroy myself, too.
Maya opened the folder with trembling fingers. Inside were mails, truck routes, altered policies and overly important signatures.
On one page he saw a repeated name: Arthur Sloan, chairman of the board and uncle of Victor.
Did Arthur Sloan order him to hide it?
Victor squeezed his jaw. —Arthur orders a lot of things without leaving any prints. This time someone kept a copy out of fear.
Maya looked up. – Who?
Before Victor answered, they knocked on the door three times. It wasn’t a call. It was a warning.
“Victor,” said a female voice on the other side. Human Resources is waiting for Miss Benton.
Maya recognized the voice of Claudia Reeves, director of Human Resources, always smiling, always impeccable, always cruel under the perfume.
“The meeting is canceled,” he said.
Claudia smiled at Maya over Victor’s shoulder.
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