She stands up, her stilettos clicking sharply against the hardwood floor with a rhythmic, confident beat as she walks over to the map wall, her hips swaying with effortless grace.
“You had a brilliant foundation, Zara,” Jade says, gesturing toward the color key neatly drawn on the side of the main board. “I took your original filing system and expanded it.”
“You – you what?”
“Yes. Red tabs for high-risk assets, blue for transport, green for cash flow, and neon pink for the completely bullshit shell companies Knox thought he was hiding. I cross-referenced everything Locke lifted from his dark run, mapped out the movement networks, and laid out the entire visual board so even the dimmest member in this club can understand it at a glance.”
Locke lets out a low whistle, walking up to the b
