A Million Dollar Secret
His expression didn’t shift.
“Sit down,” he said.
I hesitated for a moment before pulling out a chair across from him. The silence stretched as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
“You made a move,” he said finally, tone measured.
My brow furrowed. “What kind of move?”
He slid his iPad across the table, the glowing screen frozen on a single line in a sea of transactions, a wire transfer. “$50,000,000 – WestPoint Holdings.”
I didn’t flinch, but the twitch in my jaw gave me away. He leaned back slowly in his chair. “Want to explain why fifty million dollars just walked out of the company?”
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