Chapter 817

• "Fake," Marcella spat, her voice ringing with sharp, artificial clarity. "You come into our home, Mr. Washington, with digital 'receipts' provided by a technician hiding in a van, and you expect us to bow?"
• Her gaze turned serious.
• "Do you have any idea how many times the Moretti crest has been forged in the last century? We are the architects of Mediterranean trade. Our stamps, our digital signatures, our very seal… they are the most impersonated symbols in the underworld."