The commotion filled the entire room. People looked at me as if I was some kind of witch, casting a spell over their innocent souls."I disagree!" the IT specialist who reported the situation exclaimed. "Someone definitely attacked our system from the outside! If the files were copied or deleted during work hours, we would have noticed it almost immediately! It couldn't be an inside job!"His sudden agitation startled me. He was all tense, glaring at me with his grey deep-set eyes while nervously combing his ginger hair with his fingers. I wondered if I accidentally stepped on his ego…"Yes, Davies is right!" A young man sitting next to him patted his shoulder in encouragement.I sighed, exhaling my growing annoyance, and glanced at Aren. My husband-to-be looked back at me with a hint of a smirk, urging me to prove my point."I never said that the files were stolen by someone while he or she was in the company, but the hacker needed an accomplice, someone who put a bug into the system

I couldn't believe the luck I had! If Davies had used any other computer, no camera would have been able to catch him. Of course, Davies could deny that he had anything to do with the hacker's attack, but the facts spoke for themselves—he was the mole. I was certain that knowing which computer had gotten infected first, I could match the exact second the spyware had been downloaded, and I bet it would match the time mark on the video footage. I couldn't help but be crazily excited. For the first time in my life, I was using my skills and my intelligence for something that mattered. I loved that feeling of being useful...I strode through the Lan Diamond Corporation's entrance like a general going home after a victorious battle. I was armed with my laptop and tablet, and I wouldn't hesitate to use them against the one trying to steal from my contract fiancé. Neil greeted me as I passed the sliding glass door and stepped into the corridor. He led me to the back of the interrogation room

"Welcome to Lan Diamond Tower," I said, greeting Alan and Norton as they walked through the revolving door. Norton stepped in while tightly clutching his laptop in both hands, his eyes carefully roaming around the place. He was wearing a sage green suit; it looked surprisingly good on him. Unlike Norton's, Alan's strides were more confident, his expression slightly carefree, but even he decided to respect some of the dress-code aspects and added an elegant jacket over his smugly casual ripped jeans and T-shirt. I led them to our new workplace, which was directly one floor below Aren's office. I had no idea how they managed to prepare a place for us in one day, but my guess was that it had to be Neil's work. The place was filled with light, spacious, and furnished perfectly for three unconventional employees. There were desks with high-quality equipment on them and super-ergonomic office chairs to increase our work comfort, but there were also two soft couches and cocoon-like swing ch

Fortunately, there was no one except for Neil when I left Aren's office. He greeted me with a mischievous smile that had painted his lips much too often recently. But since he was the one who brought me fresh clothes, I decided to ignore his teasing. As soon as I walked into my new workspace, the day passed in a flash. Alan, Norton, and I went from one department to another, installing our program using the excuse of checking some security issues. It was the amazingly boring part of the plan, but at least it went smoothly without people complaining that we interrupted their work. It was six o'clock before I knew it—time for me to get dressed up and put on some decent makeup, preparing myself for a dinner at the Wintons' mansion. More than an hour later, dressed in a wine-red long, slandering figure dress, I looked like a brave and confident woman. I wish I could feel like one as well. Unfortunately, my anxieties didn't go away despite Aren's reassuring words. Perhaps if it were only

As Aren carried me out of the mansion, Marcus was already waiting for us, standing by the car. I had no idea when Aren called for him to come. Augustus ran after us, asking Aren to remember some business issues they'd discussed before, suddenly exposing the fact that it was the only thing he had ever cared about. Aren ignored his desperate pleading. He just walked to the car and gently put me in the backseat while Marcus went inside to get our suitcases. A minute later, we were driving away from the mansion. I stayed silent until we left Greenwich, heading back to New York City. I wrapped myself in Aren's jacket, finding myself shivering from the cold, even though it was a warm night and Marcus turned on the car heater for me. As we hit the interstate highway, I finally found the strength to break the silence.I choked out, "I'm sorry."Aren frowned. "How can you be sorry for anything?""You lost your chance to get the evidence you wanted… It's because of me…" I said, lowering my head