She lifted her wrist, deliberately drawing my gaze to the watch there. Diamond-set Cartier. Forty thousand dollars if it was authentic, and I knew it was. “Do you like it?” she asked sweetly. “He bought it for me this morning. He said freedom deserved a gift.”
I smiled. That watch had almost certainly been charged to his corporate card, which meant he had purchased a luxury present for his companion using funds tied to an entity already in covenant breach and about to be controlled by my father’s firm.
“You should hold onto it tightly,” I said.
Her smile faltered. “Excuse me?”
“It’s beautiful,” I said. “And since he bought it on a corporate expense account, it may be the last expensive thing either of you gets to keep.”
Prescott’s expression changed. “What did you just say?”
Instead of answering, I took the black biometric access card from my pocket and tapped it against the restricted scanner for the private executive elevator. The barrier unlocked instantly.
“How is your card still active?” Prescott demanded.
I didn’t look back.