She pressed the elevator button. “There’s money leaving the company,” Alexis said evenly, like she was commenting on the temperature. “Not all at once. Not in a way that sets off alarms. But it’s been bleeding out for a while.”
Vincent laughed once — sharp, brittle. “You’re bluffing.” She didn’t rise to it. “Your expenses,” she continued. “The sudden ones. The things you stopped running past me. The loans you took out in the company’s name because they were faster than waiting for cash flow.” She paused. “You overextended.”