The light from Miranda Sloane's laptop flickered faintly across Darren Steele's face, casting hard shadows beneath his eyes as he stared at the screen. Miranda stood at the corner of his desk, her fingers slightly trembling as she clicked through file after file.
"Three Holloway vendors," she said quietly. "Ownership changes happened over the last week, buried under shell companies. But I traced the trail. It ends in holdings tied to Richard Morrison's proxies. They're not clean, but they're subtle. Almost elegant."
Darren's expression froze into something unreadable. Then slowly, he leaned forward.
"Let me see that."
Miranda slid the laptop forward. He took over the trackpad, scanning vendor histories, contract transitions, ownership logs. He didn't blink once.
