Victor Lee's office smelled like expensive whiskey and fear. I played the clueless actress interested in *"investing,"* but his eyes kept darting to Liu Chen-his hulking shadow of a bodyguard.
Liu Chen "accidentally" knocked over my tea. As he bent to wipe it up, his breath grazed my ear:
*"Victor Lee is a busy man, Miss... you shouldn't have come here alone."*
I left with nothing but suspicions-until that night. My apartment was ransacked. They'd missed the photo taped behind my mirror: Victor Lee and Maya exchanging an envelope. My sister had scrawled on the back: *"Payment for silence."*
My phone buzzed-a text from an unknown number: *"Stop digging. Or you'll end up like her."* Attached was a photo of me leaving Victor's office today.