SARAHThe house was quiet that night. Too quiet. Marco’s voice carried faintly from the study, low and controlled, the kind he used when he was talking business. I sat on the couch, staring at the dark TV screen, my mind running in circles.Sofia’s face wouldn’t leave my head. That fake, polite smile after the meeting. The kind of smile that meant she thought she’d won something. And that missing file — it didn’t just disappear. Someone wanted me to notice it was gone.The call in the study ended. I heard his chair move, then footsteps down the hall. Marco appeared in the doorway, jacket off, sleeves rolled, a faint frown on his face. He looked exhausted, but my patience had already thinned.“You busy?” I asked quietly.He rubbed the back of his neck. “Just finished. What’s wrong?”I hesitated, trying to keep my tone calm. “A file from my drawer’s missing. The one for the new client reports. I double-checked before we left the office. It was there.”Marco walked closer, standing behin
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