She wore a tailored gray suit, but her face was pale, and her eyes were rimmed with red.

“The legal team from New York is on the phone, Vivian,” Sloane said.

Her voice lacked its usual sharp confidence.

“They need the final authorization for the asset transfer.”

“Tell them we are finalizing the details now,” Vivian said.

I looked at Sloane, noticing the way her fingers clutched the edge of the leather folder.

“You look tired, Sloane,” I said.

Sloane didn’t look at me; she kept her eyes fixed on the desk.

“I am just busy, Evelyn,” she said.

“She has been working late to clean up your mess,” Carter said, stepping toward the desk to pick up the black pen.

“Are you sure about that, Sloane?” I asked.

Sloane shifted her weight, her gaze flickering to Carter.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I spent the morning reviewing the new corporate structure,” I said.

“The one Carter filed for the offshore holding companies.”

Carter paused, his hand hovering over the desk.

“That is none of your concern,” he said.

“It is Sloane’s concern,” I said, watching her face.