Chapter 40

Maya’s POV

I’ve spent the last hour pretending to work, but in reality I’ve been staring at Elias as he furiously thumbs through paperwork, his eyebrows knit together in frustration. A few moments ago in the conference room, he sounded absolutely furious. The instant Mr. Samson walked out, Elias marched off in the opposite direction, pacing with alarming speed. I’ve never seen him that enraged before.

I ducked behind the potted plants just outside the conference room, unwilling to follow him too closely or confront him until he’d gotten farther away.

“Medici,” I murmured to myself, opening a new browser tab to hunt down the partner Mr. Samson had mentioned.

I already had a vague inkling—Brooks had brought up the Medicis in a past meeting—but I hadn’t done any detailed research until now.