Elena By midnight, Damien’s apartment looks nothing like a home. The dining table is covered in laptops, open files, scattered photos—both the real ones and the edited ones, lined up like evidence in a crime scene.Three strangers sit there, all of them too calm, too sharp, the kind of people rich men call when things go bad.“Elena,” Damien says, “my team.”He points to a man with military posture. “Robert Chen. Head of corporate security.”Robert nods once. Cold, precise.Next is a woman with a sleek suit and unreadable eyes. “Diana Kowalski. My personal attorney.”She gives me a thin smile. “Ms. Martinez. I’ve been briefed.”Of course she has.“And James Park,” Damien adds, “digital forensics.”James is young, already typing on three keyboards at once. “Those photos sent to Marcus?” he says without looking up. “Beginners’ work. Metadata still on. Sloppy edits. Whoever did it isn’t a pro.”“Or wants us to think that,” Diana says.“Doesn’t matter,” James replies. “They’re traceable
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