Irina's POV
I grabbed the paper and ripped it to shreds without bothering to read a single word.
Vaughn's face turned red with rage. "You think the penalty isn't harsh enough?"
"Mr. Greyson, doesn't his interrogation process seem off to you?" I arched an eyebrow at Palmer.
"This is seriously problematic." Palmer's anger simmered beneath the surface. "Didn't anyone teach you proper statement procedures?"
"Of course they did." I stretched lazily, letting out a slow yawn. "Whoever's pulling your strings is pretty smart—sending you in alone. If things go smoothly, everyone stays clean. But when it all falls apart, guess who gets thrown under the bus first?"
I locked eyes with Vaughn, studying him like I could see straight through to his soul. "I'm betting it's not that gorgeous boss of yours hiding in the shadows."
Vaughn's eyes went wide, his confidence shaking. He couldn't figure out how I knew someone was orchestrating this whole thing from behind the scenes.
