"I don't know, Mia," Charles said, his voice dropping into a tense whisper as he rubbed a hand over his face, fingers pressing hard against his temples as if trying to ward off a migraine. The gesture was familiar… she'd seen him do it a dozen times during contract negotiations gone wrong. "I literally just got the notification on the internal network. The paperwork was filed through a blind trust in Switzerland. The identity of the firm is completely sealed."
"There has to be a trace!" Mia yelled, shaking the tablet at him, her knuckles white against the device's edge. The veins in her hand stood out like cords. "Two hundred and fifty million pounds doesn't just fall from the sky into a mid-tier period drama! Why? Why would anyone buy out the entire distribution structure of Ashes of Valeria?"
