Matteo didn't ask Clara what had happened or had been said in the call. Not immediately.He simply stood across from her office, watching the way she held the phone long after the call had ended.“What happened?”Clara looked up.“Elena called.”“I assumed that.”“She said someone approached her.”Matteo's expression hardened.“About me.”Clara nodded. He held out his hand.“Give me the number.”She handed him her phone.Matteo looked at the call log, memorized the number, then gave the phone back.“Did she say who?”“No.”“What did they want?”“Information about you.”“How much?”“She didn't say.”Matteo's jaw tightened.“And she refused?”“She claims she did.”He looked at her for a moment.“You believe her?”Clara hesitated.“I don't know.”“Good.”She frowned.“You don't believe her either?”“I don't trust people simply because they tell me what I want to hear.”Clara folded her arms.“She did have an opportunity to tell them things.”“She also had an opportunity to sell them.”Cl
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