Chapter 548

"What exactly do you do for Martin?" Melvin asked again. Samson replied, "I'm nothing much—just a driver. Ms. Harrington here said she had some classified documents for me. I thought this was a great chance to prove myself in front of Mr. Clarke, so I agreed. I'm not lying. Check all you want about me if you don't believe me. Plenty of people in the office know who I am." It was clear that someone had coached him on what to say. This also meant that the Grants had already covered their tracks. "You're a driver? How long have you been working?" Ella suddenly asked. He hesitated slightly before carefully answering, "Quite a few years," "You've been driving for Zenith all this time?" she asked again, seemingly casual. "Yeah." He nodded but quickly lowered his head, avoiding her eyes. Ella's voice was evidently deeper this time. "You're lying. Your palms are covered in calluses, especially between your thumb and index finger. These two fingers have faint ink stains as well. "Bes