She wore an oversized yellow raincoat and carried a heavy leather messenger bag.

She set her wet umbrella in the stand and pulled out a sleek silver laptop.

“I saw the news,” Priya said, sitting at the small dining table.

“It’s trash.”

“But it’s distracting the public while Bennett tries to restructure the board.”

She opened her laptop and typed rapidly.

“I’ve been monitoring the Whitlock Luxe ledger entries since the lockdown last night,” she said.

“Bennett’s CFO tried to reroute several major transaction lines to keep the hotels running.”

“Did it work?” I asked, walking over to stand behind her.

“Only partially,” Priya said.

“He had to use personal guarantees to clear the immediate merchant block.”

“But that’s not the interesting part.”

She zoomed in on a series of wire transfers.

“Look at this.”

“Twenty million dollars left the primary Whitlock Luxe development fund last Tuesday.”

“Where did it go?” Julian asked, leaning over the table.

“It went to an entity called Apex Horizons LLC,” Priya said.

“It’s registered in the Cayman Islands.”

“That’s a direct violation of the company’s operating agreement,” I said.