Max swallowed hard but shook his head, keeping his focus on the screen. “No, ma’am. Sometimes, my fingers shake when I type, especially when I'm working under pressure.”

"Are you sure?" Anabel asked with a smile while looking at him. Then she noticed another thing. Max was sweating. He was dripping from his forehead, glistening under the office lights.

The air conditioning was running at full blast, keeping the room comfortably cool, yet Max was sweating like a man standing under the scorching sun.

That was when she knew that something was not right. He was definitely involved. He wasn't comfortable at all. It was as if he was fighting...