The devil you know
He helped her out of the couch and placed his hand on her back as she walked out of the room.
“We will drop off Simon on the way,” Bane told Ben.
“Sure thing, boss.”
In the car, Emma and Simon started talking about making plans to eat lunch the next week. Bane listened with a half ear as he scrolled through the three options the accountant had given him.
“Simon, you are an accountant, is that right?” Bane found himself asking.
“Yes.”
“If you, hypothetically, would set up a charity, how would you set up the front business for it if the organisation as a whole had some less than clean money?” Bane asked.