LOGINElena's POVWeeks in Bucharest, Miguel was making progress he'd identified three scientists who'd left UmbraTech and were still alive. Adrien was mapping Apex's financial networks. I was documenting everything we found.I noticed it first in small ways. Adrien pulling away when I reached for him at night.The way he'd flinch when I touched his shoulder unexpectedly. How he'd stare at nothing for hours, lost in thoughts he wouldn't share.And I couldn't sleep without nightmares.I'd wake up gasping, and Adrien would pretend he hadn't heard. Because he had his own demons to fight.We were two broken people trying to hold each other together while falling apart."We need to talk," I said one morning after Miguel left to meet a contact.Adrien was at the window, watching the street below. Always watching. "About what?" His voice was distant."About us. About what's happening.""Nothing's happening. We're doing the work.""I'm not talking about the work." I crossed to him. "I'm talking abo
Elena's POVThe first week in Bucharest was spent adjusting to our new reality.Miguel worked around the clock, building Adrien's false identity while simultaneously tracking Apex's movements across Europe. Adrien and I tried to establish some semblance of routine, buying groceries with cash, walking different routes each day to spot surveillance, sleeping in shifts.But mostly, we existed in a state of suspended terror. Waiting for the knock on the door that would mean Morgan had found us.It never came.Which somehow made it worse. Miguel called us over to his main laptop. "I found something deeper," he said. "About UmbraTech. About what they're really building behind the scenes."Adrien and I crowded behind him, looking at the screen.Technical documents. Schematics. Medical reports.I have been digging after the last one I told you, "Following data trails. And I found this." He pulled up a file labeled PROJECT SYNAPSIS - PHASE 3 IMPLEMENTATION.The document was heavily redacted,
Elena's POVThree days of highways and rest stops. Of cheap motels where we paid cash and didn't make eye contact with anyone. By the time we reached Bucharest, I was exhausted down to my bones.The city was gray. Cold. March in Romania felt like winter refusing to let go.Miguel's coordinates led us to the outskirts of a crumbling apartment complex that appeared to have been abandoned by time. Graffiti covered the walls. Windows were boarded up. The kind of place where people didn't ask questions because they didn't want answers.Perfect for hiding.We parked two blocks away. Walked the rest of the distance, bags over our shoulders, looking like any other travelers in a city full of transients.The apartment was on the fourth floor. No elevator. Just stairs that creaked with every step.I knocked on the door three times, paused, twice more. The code Miguel had given me.The door opened.Miguel stood there, and I barely recognized him.He'd lost weight. His face was drawn, older some
Elena's POVThree weeks later.We were in a small coastal town in Portugal. Fake passports. Fake names. Sarah and James Costa, a couple escaping the American rat race for a quieter life.The lies came easily now.I sat in our rented apartment, watching the news on my laptop. American news. Searching for any mention of what we'd left behind.And there it was.APEX EXECUTIVE FOUND DEAD IN QUEENS MOTELVictor Kaine, Senior Director at Apex Collective, was discovered deceased in an apparent murder. Investigation ongoing.My hands started shaking.I clicked the article. Read every word.Victor Kaine, 34, was found dead in a Queens motel three weeks after being reported missing. Authorities say he died from a gunshot wound to the chest. The investigation has revealed connections to Adrien Sterling, CEO of Sterling Enterprises, who is wanted for questioning in relation to the death.Apex Collective released a statement mourning Kaine's death: "Victor was a dedicated member of our team. His l
Elena's POVWe found a cheap motel in Queens. The kind of place that didn't ask questions and took cash.Adrien went out for supplies, food, burner phones, and anything we'd need to stay hidden while we figured out our next move.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing.My phone buzzed. The burner Adrien had bought before he left.Unknown number.I almost didn't answer. But something made me pick up."Elena." Victor's voice. Rough. Broken. "I know where you are."My blood went cold. "How""I've been tracking Adrien since the warehouse. Following him. Watching." He paused. "I'm outside your motel. Room 23. I can see the light under your door."I stood, heart pounding. "Victor, listen to me.""I have to do this," he said. "Morgan gave me orders. Kill you both. His voice cracked. "I don't want to. God, I don't want to. But I don't know how to say no to her.""Then don't come in. Just leave. Disappear. You don't have to do what she says.""Yes, I do." The door handle turned.I'
Elena's POVI was at Apex headquarters in New York, pretending to finalize conference preparations while my heart pounded with anxiety.Somewhere in the city, Adrien was meeting Victor for the exchange. The corrupted drive for Clara's life.My phone buzzed. Adrien.Meeting location confirmed. Victor chose an abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn. Going in now.I typed back quickly: Be careful. Don't give him the drive until you have Clara.I know. Love you.Love you too.I stared at my phone, willing it to buzz again with good news. That Clara was safe. That the exchange worked. That we were one step closer to ending this.Thirty minutes passed. Forty-five. An hour.Nothing.I tried calling Adrien. Straight to voicemail.My hands started shaking.Then my phone rang. Unknown number."Hello?"Adrien's voice, strained and broken: "Elena. It's done. The drive is gone.""Where's Clara?"Silence. Then: "She's dead. Victor killed her. Right in front of me."The world tilted. "What?""He had backup







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