Gabriel provided Fairfax with a detailed report on Larry.
By the time Fairfax hung up, he felt numb. He put on an extra jacket before heading downstairs, a rare concession to the cold.
Starla had already finished her breakfast. Fairfax sat down across from her, his eyes drifting to Darleen and Xenia shoveling snow outside before settling on Starla with an icy glare. She was flipping through a magazine, ignoring him so completely it was as if he were invisible.
Unable to stand her indifference any longer, he finally spoke. "What is your relationship with Larry?"
Larry was the manager in the Hoggart Group's finance division. She even knew people in their finance department. Her connections were far more extensive than he had ever imagined.
Starla didn't recognize the name. "Who's that?" she asked casually.
"You don't know him?" Fairfax raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with suspicion. He didn't believe for a second that she was being truthful.
Starla met his gaze. "Should I?"
"Let's try this another way. How many of your assets are you moving to Yoran Country, and why is Larry from the Hoggart Group handling it for you?"


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