Callum Ashworth's office occupied the top two floors of a glass tower that looked, from the outside, exactly like every other soulless building downtown — which was, Wren thought as the elevator carried them upward, precisely the point. Men who buried other people's lives in shell companies preferred buildings that looked like they had nothing to hide.
He hadn't been expecting both of them. That much was clear the moment his assistant announced them and his composure flickered, just slightly, before smoothing back into practiced calm.
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