Nicholas replayed the clip, his face hard to read as the unclear recording took up the screen. The voices sounded weak, the moment her old project manager and the now convicted fraudster, shook hands stuck in time like clear proof.
Rachel sat still across from him, her hands tightly wound together in her lap.
At last, Nicholas stopped the clip and put the phone down. He looked up, his expression sharp and judging. "Are you completely sure this did not happen?"
Rachel gasped. "Of course not," she said quickly, but her voice shook more than she wanted. "I made my company myself. With no sleep and everything I could give. I didn't take illegal money to start up this business."
Nicholas stared at her for a long time. She hated how his silence made her nervous, like he knew everything about her.
Then, in a calm tone, like nothing was happening, which always surprisingly made her angry.
He nodded once. "Then don't worry about it. I'll deal with whoever is doing this."
