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CHAPTER 8

Author: Ehimen isabella
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-25 21:02:05

Ximena sat at her desk, her eyes locked on the screen. The latest decoy designs had been uploaded to a secure drive, and her team had monitored every single access point.

One of the fake designs had just gone public.

Her plan had worked. The mole had taken the bait.

Lisa knocked once and stepped in, a folder clutched in her hand. Her face looked pale but determined.

“We got him,” Lisa said quietly.

Ximena stood. “You’re sure?”

Lisa nodded, placing the folder on her desk. “Only five people had access to the decoy folder. Four of them were cross-checked and cleared by IT. But one person stood out.”

Ximena opened the folder and scanned the list. Her eyes stopped at a name she hadn’t expected.

“Victor Sosa?” she read aloud.

Lisa leaned closer. “He’s been working here for about seven months. Always quiet. Never caused problems. But the login records match his access time. And the leaked design was downloaded from his workstation.”

Ximena’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “I want him in my
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