Caro did not move after Peter's question.
The office felt smaller than it had moments before. The large windows behind Peter reflected the city lights, turning the glass into a dark mirror. In that reflection, Caro could see both of them standing on opposite sides of the desk. Peter looked composed, controlled, almost unreadable. She looked like someone caught too close to a truth she had spent years burying.
"You are very good at finding things that are meant to stay hidden," Peter said again. His voice was low, but there was no softness in it now. "I need to know why."
Caro's fingers tightened around the edge of the desk. She could lie. She had lied before, not always with words, but with silence. She could tell him that she had studied financial patterns in her previous job. She could claim that she was simply observant. Peter might accept it for now.
But he would not believe it.
And if she lied again, she would lose whatever fragile trust had begun to grow between them.
