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Meredith, Josh, and Bennet all barely contain their scowls of disapproval, but they just nod.
Fumi grins triumphantly.
I turn to my finance guy. “Bennet, you’re up.”
He clears his throat as he pulls a laptop out of his bag and moves to sit in one of the leather armchairs across from Fumi on the couch.
“Ms. Yamaguchi, while this transition is completely legal under discretionary campaign spending laws…”
I know. Shockingly, apparently it’s not illegal to pay someone to be your “wife” for political campaign reasons. That doesn’t mean it wouldn’t go over about as well as a musical theater adaptation of Schindler’s List if the public got wind of it.
“We’re going to be moving the money through a series of associated companies into your own account.”
Fumi nods.
“Now, that said,” Bennet continues in his dry tone, “if you’re okay with it, I’d like to assist you in setting up an…associated company of your own to receive?—”
“Oh, I already have my own shell corporation set up in the Caymans for that.”
Bennet looks surprised, and maybe a little impressed.
“Oh?”
“Sorry, I meant my own associated company,” Fumi says dryly.
Bennet turns red. “Again, nothing we’re doing today is violating?—”
“I don’t think you need to sell us on this, Bennet,” I growl. “Let’s keep moving.”
Fumi clears her throat, pulling the laptop toward her. She starts to type away.
“These are the routing details to my offshore account, filed under an LLC with my father as the sole officer.”
My brow cocks.
“You’re better at tax evasion and money laundering than I may be comfortable with, Ms. Yamaguchi.”
She shrugs. “As your friend here keeps mentioning,” she nods toward Bennet, “none of this, provided we follow the rules, is technically illegal. I set up my account in the Caymans because the taxes on you giving me five million would be crippling.” She smiles sarcastically at me. “And I don’t think you want?—”
“A paper trail,” I grunt. “No, obviously not. Which is why the money will be transferred from an unassociated third party.”
Bennet types a few things on the laptop, then raises his eyes to me. “Mr. Black, unless there’s anything else, we’re good to go.”
I nod. “Do it.”
There’s a click of the enter key. Bennet swallows thickly and Fumi’s grin threatens to split her face.
“Aaaand, it’s done,” Bennet nods.
“Congratulations, Ms. Yamaguchi,” I mutter. “Now, I’d advise not going out and buying a Lamborghini and a closet full of Armani?—”
“Yeah, I’m not actually an idiot, in case that was unclear,” Fumi tosses back with a sarcastic smile.
“Sir! Sir!” I frown, turning when I hear Jan outside my office. The blinds are drawn, so I can’t see who she’s yelling at as I hear her scramble out of her chair. “Sir! He’s in a meeting?—”
The door to my office bangs open. Two Japanese men in all black with gruff expressions on their faces come marching inside, heedless of my assistant’s warnings.
I twist to face them, my jaw set.
