CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE – THE COMPANY MOLE
"I think so." Kayla's tone was hushed but intense as she rapidly filled him in on her discovery. "Those discrepancies...they're far too consistent to be simple bookkeeping errors."
There was a pregnant pause on the other end as the weight of her implication sank in. Finally, Lance exhaled a low curse that bordered on a growl.
"Send me everything you've got. And Kayla?" His voice dropped to a lethal undertone. "Start making arrangements to bring this snitch in for a...very private debriefing."
Hours later, Kayla waited in tense silence at one of the long, glossy conference tables that dominated the 30th floor executive suite. Despite the predawn hour, her blood thrummed with an electric cocktail of adrenaline and righteous purpose.
The heavy oak door swung open, admitting Lance with a stonefaced Alice trailing in his wake. The woman's normally composed features were pinched with trepidation as she sank into the chair opposite Kayla.
"Thank you for coming in on such short notice, Al

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