Serena Voss looked smaller than usual when she walked into the coffee shop — not physically, but in the way that people shrink when they're carrying something they shouldn't have to carry alone.She had texted at seven in the morning: I need to talk to you. Not about the board session. Something else. Come alone.Alina had left the penthouse at eight-fifteen with the board session at eleven, which gave her an hour. She found Serena at the back of the café near the window, already there, both hands around a coffee she wasn't drinking."How did last night go?" Serena said."Fine. Wren filed the complaint. Adrian is ready." She sat down. "What did you find?"Serena looked at her coffee. She had the expression of someone who had been awake for some time practising how to say something. "I found something in my brother's personal files," she said. "Not his business files. Personal. He has a — there's an account he's maintained separately for years. Personal expenditures, private correspond
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