John frowned at her, but Samira's own lips were turned up into the smallest of smiles. "I told you," she said, thinking back to their earliest conversation about how her father's money could make an academic problems go away, "I'm an exceptional student, and I've seen a little embezzling in my time."
She picked up a glass paper weight from the table - it looked expensive and classic - and turned it in her hand. Then she looked at John and asked, "who are the gang of guttersnipes?"