When I pushed through the office lobby doors, everything felt too polished, like a place where messes weren't supposed to happen.
Mark was waiting near the front desk.
"They pulled reimbursement records," he said as I approached. "Hotel bookings. Wellness claims. Several fancy gifts."
I swallowed. "All tied to Alyssa?"
"They matched it all to her vendor profile," Mark said grimly.
"Texts?"
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