I didn’t reply.
I turned to the back table and nodded to the man in the grey suit.
Grant stood up.
He was carrying a thick red folder under his arm.
He walked forward without greeting anyone, without smiling.
Natalie’s smile began to fade.
“Who is it?” he asked.
I took the microphone from his hand.
He tried to stop him.
—He is the man who has been hiding something for four months, something you yourself are unaware of.
Grant placed the red folder on the cake table.
She opened it.
