ELARA'S POV
I couldn't sleep. At two AM, I gave up and went down to the hotel lobby. The night clerk nodded at me as I settled into one of the chairs with my laptop, trying to answer emails about upcoming exhibitions.
"Couldn't sleep either?"
I looked up. Damien stood there in sweatpants and a t-shirt, hair disheveled.
"Too much on my mind."
"Same." He gestured to the chair across from me. "May I?"
I nodded.
We sat in silence for a while. The lobby was quiet except for the hum of the vending machines and distant traffic outside.
"I got the audit reports from James," Damien said finally. "About Victoria."
"And?"
"She was embezzling. Small amounts over years. Enough that it adds up to around two hundred thousand dollars." His voice was hollow. "She used company funds for personal e
