"Lena, you look tense." He greeted, his voice smooth.
She sat across from him, folding her hands together to keep them from shaking. "Should I be?"
Reed tilted his head. "That depends. Are you here as my friend or as the CEO?"
Lena's throat tightened. "I need to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me."
He took a sip of his drink, watching her carefully. "Go ahead."
She slid the file across the table. "These transactions came from your access codes. The breach , the leaks, it all points back to you, Reed."
For a brief second, something flickered in his expression. Surprise? Guilt? Amusement? It was gone too quickly to tell.
"Lena, do you really think I would do that to you?" he asked, his voice almost… hurt.
"I don't know what to think anymore," she admitted. "I want to believe you. I do. But the evidence"
"Evidence can be manipulated," Reed interjected. "You, of all people, should know that."
