The smile slipped. “What are you talking about?” Vincent asked, though his voice didn’t rise. Not yet. Alexis tilted her head, studying him the way she used to when she was checking figures that didn’t quite add up. “You should really look at the books,” she said lightly.
“All of them. Not just the summaries your people hand you.” Vincent’s jaw tightened. “I know my numbers.” “I did too,” she replied. “For years.” He scoffed, shaking his head as if indulging a child. “You’re upset. That’s understandable. But don’t confuse that with insight.”