CHAPTER 124GATHERING STORMLUCIENI stared at the man, wondering what goes on in this man’s head. I’m not going to judge a man who just wants to do business. I do the same too.He reached into the leather briefcase resting beside his chair and withdrew a thick black folder. He slid it across the polished table until it stopped in front of me. Marco took the folder, opened it, before passing it to me. He spoke again.“There are times,” he said evenly, “when information is worth considerably more than money.” What the fuck is he saying.I opened the folder. The first few pages contained financial reports, international transfers, investments, newly registered companies that had appeared over the last six months before vanishing behind layers of shell corporations.None of it looked suspicious on its own. But put them all together, it painted a very different picture.Marco leaned closer beside me. “He isn’t hiding it anymore,” he muttered.“He doesn’t need to. Not when he feels like
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