Sarah's eyes flickered.
Without hesitation, she reached into her bag and pulled out a thick account book before sliding it across the table. "See for yourself."
Her gaze scanned the pages quickly.
And then... she saw it.
Her name. Her signature.
For a brief moment, she simply stared at it.
Boris leaned forward slightly, a grim smile forming on his lips.
"Now you understand, don't you?" he said. "Even if it were just a basic book, you are still liable to pay the tax."
Lana slowly closed the book. Then she looked up.
"Are you sure," she asked quietly, "that this was borrowed by me three years ago?"
Sarah nodded without hesitation. "We've verified everything."
'Of course you have,' Lana thought, her gaze turning colder. 'You've even gone as far as forging it.'
She let out a soft sigh and shook her head.
"If you want to frame someone," she said calmly, "you should at least investigate properly."
The room fell silent again.
