threats of violence.”
Graves slammed his fist on the wooden table. “Slander! That is a complete lie.”
“You have an email saying that?” Dylan asked, not taking his eyes off Astrid.
“I do. I received it overnight.”
“Can we see it?” Adam asked.
“I’m afraid not,” Astrid said. “It’s confidential and I’m not here to work for you. Just to ensure the law is carried out to the letter.”
Dylan held up his hands. “It’s okay. I’m sure we can get to the source of that email one way or another.”
He winked subtly at Adam. Adam nodded slyly. Astrid frowned. What the hell were they implying? Were they planning to set their own investigation up and start hacking into all the emails of the factory workers?
Dread crept over her. Perhaps they were going to figure out a way to hack into her emails…
She cast her eye over Adam and Dylan. They both smiled reassuringly at her. But she suddenly had a sinking feeling that they were playing nasty with her. Was she being set up?
She leaned on the table, confident that she knew she was right about this allegation. “Listen, you can do whatever you want with your money – it’s not my business. I’m just informing you of the facts. Mr. Graves knows the truth about his company, and it’s my job to tell the government what I’ve discovered. You can ignore me or not. It’s entirely up to you.”
Adam straightened his tie. “Cole, do you wish to add anything to this?”
Graves smiled coolly. “I’m telling you, Adam, this woman is a liar. She’s trying to discredit me.”
“Why would she?” Dylan said. “She’s a pencil-pusher. She has no reason to discredit you. Has she?”
Graves gazed at Astrid as if she was scum. “Who knows? But – come on – you know me. I wouldn’t assault anyone in the street. I wouldn’t lie.”
“We’re going to have to think about what she’s told us,” Dylan said. “We do actually have an independent agent working on our behalf who’s looking into things. We’ll wait until he’s given us his report before we proceed.”
Graves’ expression flickered with worry. Astrid smiled, glad to hear Adam and Dylan weren’t just trusting him as blindly as she’d assumed. Hopefully their independent agent would confirm everything she’d said. Then perhaps Graves could go harass him , and leave her alone.
“And,” Adam said, “if we discover what Ms. Lawrence is saying is true, we won’t be able to invest. There’s just no way.”
Graves glared at Astrid with his beady eyes. “I hope you’re pleased with yourself.” He pointed his finger at her. “If my project doesn’t get funding, you’re going to pay one way or another.”
The room squeezed in around her.
“Hey,” Adam said. “We don’t threaten people around our board-table, thank you.”
Dylan stood up. “Perhaps we should adjourn this meeting. Adam and I have a few things we’d like to look into. Ms. Lawrence, can you spare us another day?”
“I planned to file this report to my supervisor today.”
Adam shot her a charming smile. “Please? Just one more day?”
She wished she could resist, but he was so charismatic… and perhaps one extra day might be enough to get them onside. Astrid cared very much about stopping Graves and she didn’t want the Quinlans to waste their time or money on him. It gave him far too much gravitas.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll give you an extra day. I’ll come back tomorrow to discuss the final report with you, and then I’ll send it to my supervisor who will make the ultimate decision.”
Cole stood up and strutted toward the door. “Adam, Dylan, You will invest in my product. Your company has nothing to worry about. This woman is full of lies and the sooner she’s silenced the better for everyone.”
He pulled open the door and strode out into the corridor, leaving the room reeling from his aggression.
Astrid realized her hands were trembling. She didn’t want to let Adam and Dylan