Chapter 41 · The SPV at Dawn

"Put that down, Lila."

Grant's voice came from the doorway of 2808, low, almost bored, like he'd caught a maid stealing soap instead of a woman reading his private files at five in the morning. I had the folder open in both hands. WHITFIELD CAYMAN HOLDINGS LTD, stamped across the cover in gray ink, and under it, a share ledger with numbers that didn't match anything the hotel ever filed with the SEC.

"Special purpose vehicle," I said. "That's what this is. You're not buying the Luna Bay Grand. You're routing it through a shell so nobody sees your name on the deed."

"Very good." He shut the door behind him, soft click, robe loose at the collar like he'd rolled out of bed the second his phone buzzed that someone was in his suite. "You read fast for a chambermaid."

"I read fast for a translator who's been sitting in your board meetings for a week.