Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Mate, My Spy: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Emily had not expected the finance department to feel like this.The moment she stepped through the glass doors, something about the atmosphere shifted, and her steps slowed almost instinctively. It was not just the size of the office, though it was noticeably larger than the secretary’s floor, stretching out in rows of desks filled with more than thirty people working in quiet concentration. It was the silence.Not the peaceful kind.The heavy kind.The only sound in the room was the steady tapping of keyboards, sharp and precise, echoing faintly in the wide space. There were no small conversations, no laughter, no whispers exchanged between coworkers. Everyone seemed locked into their screens, their eyes fixed, their expressions neutral, as if the world around them did not exist beyond numbers and calculations.Emily’s gaze moved slowly across the room as she took it all in.It felt… cold.Different.She adjusted her hold on the files in her hands and walked further inside, her heel

Emily waited until the bathroom door closed behind the junior agent before she moved.For a moment, she remained still, her hand resting lightly against the sink, her reflection staring back at her from the mirror. Her face was calm - too calm - but beneath that stillness, something sharp was rising, pressing against the control she had perfected over the years.Agents everywhere.Months.A whole operation running beneath her feet… and no one had thought it necessary to tell her.Her jaw tightened slightly.Slowly, she exhaled and reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. Her fingers hovered over the screen for just a second, as if giving herself one last chance to let it go.She didn’t.She tapped the call button.The line rang once.Twice.Then…“Agent 23.”Knox’s voice came through, steady, controlled, as always.Emily’s grip on the phone tightened.“Why do you keep doing things behind my back?” she asked.There was a brief pause on the other end.“What are you referring to?”

Damien sat behind the wheel with the engine off, his eyes fixed on the house ahead of them.From the outside, it looked quiet. Ordinary. The kind of place that would not draw a second glance from anyone passing by. But to him, it was anything but still. Beneath the silence, he could feel it - movement, presence, tension. His senses stretched beyond what the eye could see, slipping past walls and doors, reading the life inside the house with quiet precision.“They’re still in there,” he said.Robin Hood leaned back in his seat, his gaze following Damien’s toward the house.“The police?” he asked.Damien nodded slightly.“More than a few,” he added. “They’re going through everything.”Robin Hood let out a small breath and shifted in his seat.“Then maybe we let them do their job,” he said. “That’s what they’re there for.”Damien’s jaw tightened faintly.“They have nothing,” he said.Robin Hood glanced at him.“That’s not something you can know from out here.”“I can,” Damien replied qui

Emily realized something was wrong with her long before anyone else said it out loud.She had been seated at her desk for what must have been several minutes, a file open in front of her, her pen resting between her fingers, yet not a single word had been written. Her eyes were on the page, but her mind was elsewhere, moving in restless circles that refused to settle. It wasn’t the work. It wasn’t even Damien’s absence alone. It was something deeper, something quieter, something that had shifted beneath the surface and left her unable to return to the stillness she once carried so easily.Her gaze lifted slowly from the document, drifting across the office.People moved as they always did. Papers passed from one desk to another. Phones rang. Voices rose and fell in low, casual conversation. Everything looked normal.

Emily paused outside her bedroom door, her fingers resting lightly against the handle, her thoughts still tangled in everything the day had forced her to confront. The silence in the house felt different that evening, heavier somehow, as though the walls themselves were holding onto something unspoken. Damien wasn’t home. She had asked when she first arrived, trying to sound casual, but the answer had come too easily - he hadn’t returned yet, and no one seemed to know when he would. That alone unsettled her more than she wanted to admit. For a man like Damien, routine wasn’t just a habit, it was structure, and structure was control. The fact that he had stepped outside of it without explanation left a quiet unease lingering in her chest.She pushed the door open and stepped into her room, closing it gently behind her. For a moment, she simply stood there, letting the stillness wrap around her. The bed was untouched, the space neat and composed in a way that almost mirrored him. She e