Luna’s POVThe office was silent, except for the steady hum of the city outside. Rain still streaked the windows, but it had slowed to a drizzle. I stood behind my desk, staring down at the flash drive I had retrieved from the envelope Leah’s people had delivered. It sat on the polished wood like a weight, small and innocent, but filled with poison.Elina had moved around the office quietly, pretending to organize files, but I could feel her presence, calculated and careful. Every gesture she made seemed rehearsed. Every smile too precise.I didn’t speak immediately. Instead, I set the flash drive aside and watched her.“Elina,” I said finally, my voice even, calm, controlled. “You’ve been awfully eager lately.”She jumped slightly, her hands clutching a folder. “I—I just want to help, Luna. That’s all. I want to make things right.”I walked slowly toward her, circling the room like a predator. “Help, yes. But helping isn’t supposed to feel like a performance.”She swallowed hard, her
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