It was early morning when I picked up the phone and dialed Max's number, the head of Security at Armand Inc.
Max's voice came through the receiver, deep and steady, as always. "Kaveesha, what's up?"
"Hi Max. I wanted to touch base about something that happened last night." I spoke up.
There was a brief pause on the other end, a shift in the tone that told me he was listening intently. "Go ahead. What's on your mind?"
I hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to convey the situation. "I had a visit from Whitney, the head of security at Mark and Wills Foundation. She came over to brief me about some private matters and one of them was the fact that she suspects that Gregory Marks is doing money laundering."
Max's interest was piqued. "I would not put it past Gregory. He is capable. But why would Whitney come to you?'
I took a deep breath, organizing my thoughts. "She is my girlfriend "
