“I prefer to stand,” he replied.

I looked through the small gap in the velvet.

Victoria walked over to her desk.

She did not look at the painting on the wall, which was still slightly tilted.

My heart stopped.

If she looked up, she would see the safe was exposed.

But she was focused on Alexander.

“You are facing twenty years for corporate espionage and fraud,” Victoria said.

She sat down in her leather chair and crossed her legs.

“The evidence Marcus found is airtight.”

“It is forged,” Alexander said.

“That doesn’t matter in court,” she said. “The public wants a villain.”

“And you gave them one.”

She reached into her drawer and pulled out a manila folder.

She slid it across the desk.

“What is this?” Alexander asked.

“A way out,” Victoria said.

I checked the cloner screen in my hand.

72%… 81%…

The cable ran from my device, under the edge of the curtain, and up to the safe.

It was thin and black, but if anyone looked at the floor, they would see it.

“It is a plea bargain,” Victoria continued.