Desmond might be a middle-aged man, but he was not foolish. He had been in this business far too long, weathered too many corporate wars and hidden vendettas to miss the faint metallic scent of a trap when it was laid for someone he cared about.
Voren's question had been too deliberate, too carefully framed to sound casual, s keeping his expression neutral, Desmond leaned back in his chair and replied evenly, as though the topic barely interested him. "The King brothers are the best in the industry," he said mildly. "I doubt that's news to you."
The response deflected the bait cleanly. Voren's eyes hardened, irritation flashing across his face when he realized his attempt had failed. He exhaled sharply and abandoned subtlety altogether.
"I already called them," Voren said flatly. "They told me their top broker resigned, and according to them, she now works with you."
