Chapter 805

• “Cleaning?” The hot-headed director slammed the table again and shot to his feet, his voice booming like thunder. “Do you take us all for idiots? You sneaked into Caesare’s study, punched in a password, worked the computer, then bolted. You call that cleaning?”
• Elsa trembled. Her gaze darted away, breath quickening, tiny beads of sweat breaking across her brow.
• “Elsa,” Mr. Wilson’s voice stayed calm, but there was steel in it. “We know someone’s pulling your strings. If you come clean, we can consider going easy. If not, the law will come down hard on you.”