Hugo exchanged a brief look with his assistant, who immediately understood the cue and slipped out of the office, closing the door quietly behind him.
The instant the latch clicked, Hugo's composed façade began to waver. He turned to face his daughter, one hand sliding into his pocket, his sharp gaze studying her carefully.
"How did you know I was talking about the Anderson project?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with surprise.
Kathrine met his stare without hesitation. "I might have disappeared for a while, Dad," she said evenly, "but that doesn't mean I stopped keeping track of things. I know Daniel offered you that project — one you clearly think will bring you more profit than risk."
For a brief moment, silence stretched between them — then Hugo's lips curved into a faint, amused smile.
Of course she knew.
