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Chapter 8: The Double Agent

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The sound of the lock clicking in the door of Mrs. Grant's dressing room didn't signal freedom; it signaled the tightening of a noose. I didn't move for several minutes, my back pressed against the wardrobe, the word Chimamanda still ringing in my ears like a death knell.

They knew.

They hadn't just looked at a file; they had bought the identity I had buried with such agonizing care. The threat wasn't a warning; it was a certainty: I was a fugitive, and Mrs. Grant held the arrest warrant.

My hands were still shaking, but I forced myself to retrieve my phone. I had to complete Ethan's mission, even if the intelligence was now tainted by my capture. His blind, arrogant faith in me was my only temporary shield. With stiff, mechanical movements, I sent the photos of the personal ledger keys to him.

[10:45 AM] Sasha: [3 photos attached]

His reply was instantaneous, celebratory, and devastating in its oblivion.

[10:46 AM] Ethan: Perfect. You did it. That's a huge win. You're incredi
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