Franklin Roth was minutes away from leaving for Manhattan when something on the monthly report froze him in place.
A blinking alert.
A transfer of ten billion dollars.
His brows pulled together instantly. He didn't remember approving that. But the system showed his confirmation, which meant it had gone through the Roth Empire's investment branch, through channels that operated under his name.
He sat up, jaw tightening.
Yes, some partnerships were intentionally done anonymously. That was standard practice in the Roth Empire.
Anonymity kept sharks from circling, kept companies from hiking prices or playing games when they sensed Roth money behind a deal.
But this one, didn't look right. It screamed for attention.
CasRoe.
He didn't know why the name irritated him,
