Chapter 42 · Paper the App Forgot

"Don't finish that sentence, Jae." Grant's voice came out flat, almost bored, like he was correcting a waiter. "You don't want to know what you almost said."

Jae Min didn't look at him. He was looking at me, at the folder crushed against my chest, at the corner of a page sticking out with a logo I already knew he recognized — the same shell registration he'd been chasing through three time zones.

"That's the Cayman file." His jaw worked. "The one Whitfield Holdings buried under the sell-off numbers. Why is a chambermaid holding it at four in the morning in your suite, Grant?"

"Ask her." Grant leaned back against the desk, arms crossed, like this was entertainment. "She let herself in."

"I didn't let myself anywhere." My voice cracked louder than I wanted. "He handed me a contract with my sister's visa attached to it like a leash."

Jae Min's eyes cut to Grant. Something shifted in his face — not shock, calculation. "Neneng Santos. Dubai.