Mia’s face lit up with the purest smile. “You’re welcome. Can I help with more business problems? I really like solving complicated puzzles.”
Mr. Park spoke warmly in Korean through the screen. Mia laughed and translated: “He wants to know if you’ll bring me to Seoul next week. His granddaughter is eight and speaks three languages—they should be friends.”
Twenty-three minutes later, federal agents filled the marble lobby of Voss Tower. Agent Sarah Chen led the team.
Alexander had moved the meeting to his private conference room. Mia sat cross-legged on the Italian marble floor, surrounded by neatly sorted stacks of emails and documents she had organized herself.
“Mr. Voss,” Agent Chen said, “where is our key witness?”
Mia looked up with a bright smile. “Hi, Agent Chen. I’m Mia, and I organized everything chronologically by date and language so you can see how Patricia’s lies got bigger.”
Agent Chen blinked, stunned.
Mia stood gracefully and approached her. “It started six weeks ago when I was helping Mommy organize the filing cabinets…”