‘So,’ the man said a little too cheerfully for Eliza’s liking. ‘Would you be able to tell me what all this—’ he waved a hand to the closed file Eliza was holding, ‘—is about? I’m afraid I have an important meeting to get to, and as I’m sure you know, I’m a very important man.’
Eliza looked at the man’s smug face in distaste. ‘Yes, I am well aware of your social status, Mr. Miller. As for the reason regarding your presence in this interrogation,