Stopping his car at a villa out in the suburbs, Tom saw Eve waiting for him at the door. She was wearing a very short skirt and low-cut top.
Tom got out of the car with the paper in hand.
“Can you not dress like a w***e?” Tom frowned.
Eve’s smile froze and her face turned red. Tom looked straight past her and walked into the villa.
They went up to the study and Tom put the papers down on the table.
“Here are the financial reports of the Parker Group for the last two quarters. Make a copy and bring it to Chapman.”
Eve smiled. “Tom, your man is very good.”
“Stop wasting time, just do it.”
The plan was to use Chapman’s company as an intermediary; transfer the money from the Parker Group via Chapman’s company, and eventually into Tom’s account.
Seeing Tom’s eagerness to get away, Eve
