Barrel Proof (Agents Irish and Whiskey) by Layla Reyne

Author:Layla Reyne [Reyne, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2017-07-31T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Aidan adjusted his Windsor knot, buttoned his suit coat, and opened the door to the conference room where Spencer was being held.

Spencer’s face and that of Pearl’s CFO, Gregory Lane, couldn’t have been more different. Eyes wide, sweat dappling his forehead, Spencer was the picture of confused fear. Greg on the other hand exuded confidence, in his power, his anger and his determination that Spencer was guilty. Because he believed Aurora un-hackable or because he knew who’d hacked it?

Aidan closed the door. “Someone want to bring me up to speed?” He rubbed his jaw, in front of his ear, activating the comm device there.

“Hear you,” Lauren said.

Greg handed him an Aurora activity log. “We have an encrypted message from Spencer to another trader authorizing a sell of shares for a company that we have a do-not-sell order on.” Greg next passed him a copy of the do-not-sell order. “They’re in the middle of an acquisition. All trading is suspended.”

“No shit,” Spencer said. “That’s my client. I brought them to Pearl. The founder’s my frat brother. No way would I crater his company or his deal.”

“The sell went through?” Aidan asked.

“The client just called,” Greg said. “Our trade triggered a sell-off. They’re in free fall. Needless to say, their acquisition deal is dead too.”

Spencer squeezed his eyes shut and laced his fingers behind his neck. He was scared, upset, remorseful for his friend. Unless he was a trained actor, Aidan didn’t read it as fake.

“This is malpractice,” Greg ranted on. “They’re going to sue us, and we’re talking treble damages.” He turned his dark glare on Aidan. “You’re Legal Compliance, Talbott. Do you understand what’s going on?”

Aidan met Greg’s stare. “I’ve got a JD and MBA from Stanford. I understand perfectly what’s going on. Could you give us the room?” Aidan added a “please” for good manners, though by Greg’s narrowed glare, the CFO understood it wasn’t a request.

He stood, grumbling, “I’ll be back.”

Once the door closed, Aidan relaxed in his chair, hoping it would ease Spencer’s nerves as well. “You can have your attorney present if you want.”

“But I didn’t do anything.”

Aidan raised his hands, palms out. “I believe you, Spence.”

“You do?”

“Let’s back up and talk about your whereabouts this morning.” He doubted anyone had approached this like a real investigation. Greg, Nate and the others had assumed the log was proof positive. He drew the Aurora log toward him. “According to this, the sell message was sent at ten-thirteen this morning. Do you remember what you were doing then or where you were?”

The junior trader shrugged. “Probably on the phone. You know how this place works. We’re always on the phone.”

“Who were you speaking with? We can verify—”

Spencer suddenly slapped the table. “No, wait, I went to the coffee shop.” He yanked his phone out of his pocket, tapped the screen, and handed it to Aidan. “Square receipt for five after ten.”

“You could have made it back in time, or authorized the sell from your phone.”

“I didn’t.

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