A quiet pause.
Darren leaned back, crossing his legs. "So your proof is that I used to have an enthusiasm for crypto in college. Which by the way, I already mentioned in the beginning of this conversation? This is quite awkward if I'm being honest, Mr. Anders. I'm not any mystery investor. When I make moves, I'd like people to know. Brings traction. Traction helps with business."
Ryan's fingers drummed lightly against the table. He wasn't buying it. "But the paper trail doesn't just lead to Malegreen Street. It led straight to your house. Right on your roof. Right... where... you... live."
Ryan tilted his head, still smiling. "What now? Are you about to say you don't live there?"
Darren's lips quirked up, slow and knowing. "I mean, yeah I don't."
Ryan's face fell flat to confusion. "What?"
Darren let the words roll off his tongue, as if tasting it. Then, effortlessly, he tilted his head toward Amelia. "Maybe your assistant could be a dear and confirm something for me?"
