"I didn't," she tried to explain.

But Victor didn't give her a chance to speak. "You have ten minutes. Get rid of him."

"Dr. Kingsley..."

"Think about Guton."

Her words stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t shake the tight feeling that followed.

"And that 800,000 USD." Victor let her go, smoothing the disheveled strands of hair around her face. "I’m not a patient person. If it’s not handled in ten minutes, I’ll take care of it myself." ...