Thursday arrived faster than Isla expected.
She'd spent three days immersed in Killian's business. Learning the legitimate operations. Understanding how money flowed through shell companies and offshore accounts. Seeing the genius in how he'd built an empire that looked clean on the surface.
Catherine had quizzed her on Friday, as promised.
Isla had answered every question perfectly.
Catherine's expression had shifted from condescending to grudging respect. "You're better at this than I expected."
"I'm better at most things than people expect. You'll learn that."
Now it was Thursday evening, and Isla was getting ready for her first real meeting.
The kind where Killian's empire showed its true face.
"Wear this," Killian said, handing her a vest.
Kevlar. Lightweight but effective.
"You think it'll get violent?"
