“Then why are they registered to addresses connected to you?”

Her face lost color.

“I don’t know.”

“Think.”

“I said I don’t know.”

This fear was different.

Not fear of losing her job.

It was the fear of realizing the ground beneath you had disappeared.

She whispered, “He told me those were reimbursement entities.”

“Who?”

She glanced toward the door.

“President Shiao.”

My husband.

Then she said, “You think I’m his mistress.”

I said nothing.

“I’m not.”

“The watch says otherwise.”

Her face twisted.

“You really don’t know.”

“Know what?”

She opened her mouth.

The office door swung open.

Shiaoza walked in.

“Jang. Don’t.”

She froze.

I looked between them.

“What exactly am I not supposed to know?”

Neither answered.

So I called security.

Shiaoza laughed. “You’re having me removed from my own office?”

“My office. The board was clear.”

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