Isabella POV
The federal agents who filled our conference room looked exactly like what I'd expected from government investigators - serious suits, serious expressions, and the kind of methodical efficiency that came from people who destroyed lives with paperwork. Agent Sarah Mitchell, who appeared to be leading their investigation, spread documents across our mahogany table like she was laying out evidence for a murder trial.
"Ms. Sterling, Mr. Cross," she said with professional courtesy that felt more threatening than outright hostility, "we're investigating potential irregularities in the Morrison Foundation's establishment and funding sources."
"What kind of irregularities?" Elizabeth Chen asked from her position beside me. I'd never been more grateful for competent legal representation than when she'd arrived within thirty minutes of my emergency call.
