<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">Limuria moved slowly back towards her desk, letting out a soft sigh she leaned against it.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"> “ I am absolutely certain. And I wish I wasn't.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> she crossed her arms over her chest. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">“at first we simply thought it was just someone trying to help out their friends. But there was no common thread between them. Our agent had spoken with three of the individuals who had benefited.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> code for interrogation, one that Lucian would easily understand. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">“however the men seemed to have no knowledge that they'd been helped in any way. And the third swore up and down even when his own daughter was threatened that he had paid the correct amount. That one I spoke to myself. I believe him.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">and the young girl would live, fortunately. It upset her to see loyal clients suffer because of faulty information. The man had to be compensated handsomely, but it was better than writing it off as a loss.</span>