Doman’s POV

Sophia talked like she had been planning this for years. She sat across from me, legs crossed, and her eyes locked on mine as she explained how she thought we should begin.

Her voice was calm, too calm for someone plotting another person’s downfall. She looked like she was enjoying it.

“We start small,” she said. “Withdraw little by little from the company’s main account. Not too much, just enough that no one suspects anything. Before she even realizes it, she’ll be ...