Elena's POVThere's something about guilt - it doesn't shout, it hums.A quiet, relentless tune in your bones that won't let you rest.All week, I'd been feeding Damian encrypted updates from Ethan's system. Every keystroke felt like walking a tightrope. Ethan's office was three doors away; his reflection often flickered in the glass partitions like a ghost watching me.I'd gotten too good at pretending.Pretending to trust him.Pretending the man who'd destroyed Damian's life hadn't just brushed a strand of hair from my shoulder that morning, whispering, "We make a good team, don't we?"He was dangerous in a way Damian never was - not fire, but ice. Cold, precise, smiling while he buried you alive.But I had something he didn't: a plan.The hidden folder, Syndicate, had grown. Damian was adding files remotely - evidence, maps, transactions. I didn't know how, but I didn't ask. The less I knew, the safer I was.At least, that's what I told myself.That afternoon, Ethan called an emerg
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