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I sigh and pick it up. A message from one of my security guards. Sir… Evelessa has left the house I sit up straighter. Left? Without telling me? I type quickly. Where did she go? Three dots appear. Then disappear. Then appear again. I feel irritation creeping up my spine. The reply finally comes. Sir… she went to a nightclub. For a moment… The entire room goes silent. Not because they heard the message but because they saw my face. Lucian leans forward slowly.

Bethany tried to snatch the key from Eve’s hand, but my secretary shook her head, clutching the key in her palm. “I thought you were staying here at the hotel. I already told your driver to go home,” Bob muttered as he approached us. Not waiting for me to say something about it, he turned to Eve and smiled cheerily, giving her a large white kraft paper bag. “The goodies I promised. I hope your kids will enjoy them.” Eve squealed in delight, her eyes sparkling as she opened the bag. When she raised her head, she smiled at Bob and mouthed, “Thank you.”

That afternoon, the quiet of the office was broken by a buzz from my phone. It was a private message on the Elysium app. Cipher: Hey newbie! Got a sec? Need to show you something. 😶‍🌫️ A knot of nervousness tightened in my stomach. I opened the chat. Evelyn: Sure. What's up? Cipher: So, I was doing my thing. You know, keeping an eye on the digital back doors. And I found something bad. Really bad.

Eve thanked him profusely and then hurried to run through Dave's tutorial. "I'll amaze that arrogant CEO with my fast and perfect work!" Eve determined to herself. ***

[$1000 has been deposited into your account] Eve stopped for a moment when she felt her phone vibrate and she read an encouraging notification. She appeared to be in the biggest shopping center in the city and two servants were seen standing behind her carrying all her shopping items. Drrtt.. A call came in and Eve rushed to answer the call. "Hello, dear!" she said that to someone who contacted her. "Eve, did you change your Tikt*k account password?" asked the caller.

"You brought me food?" "It's not yours!" Eve snatched the box and covered it. "Evelyn." Ethan ran a hand through his hair. "What exactly do you want?" "I want you to tell me who that girl is!" She pointed toward the door. "What is she doing in this place?" "Jessie?" Ethan's expression relaxed. "She's my secretary." "Aha! I knew it!" Eve sprang up. "Your secretary! It is always the secretaries. You, Ethan. Am I not good enough for you!?"

After finishing the call, Eve received a message from the professional team that would help her disappear. [Ms. Watson, everything is ready. You can leave at any time.] A faint smile finally appeared on Eve’s tired face. She sent her location, and within half an hour, the team had arranged for her pickup. With the team’s accompaniment, she boarded a plane bound for another country. Before takeoff, she forwarded every video Mandy had sent her straight to Sean, adding a message. [You don’t need to apologize. I do not forgive you.] Then, she threw her phone into the trash and boarded the plane.

The path forward was clear. She should have felt triumphant. Instead, walking back to their suite with her mates, she felt a strange hollowness in her chest. "What's wrong?" Damian asked immediately, reading her expression. "Nothing. Everything went well." Eve tried to smile. "Better than well, actually." "But?" Silas prompted gently. Eve sighed. "I just keep thinking about Vessa. She told me this morning that she's leaving next week. Going to travel. See the world she hid from for forty-one years."

Eve jumped to her feet and threw her arms around Eira’s arm, smearing tears and snot all over her sleeve. “Sis! You’re my savior!” Eve wailed, her voice thick with absolute, fanatical devotion. “I owe you my life! I’ve been thinking—the most valuable thing I own is the Blackrock throne. But I can give you the next best thing! My brother Kaelen! I’ll send him to your room tonight, all washed up and ready for you! I promise!” Eira’s face darkened instantly. She wrenched her arm free and brushed off her sleeve in disgust.

--- That evening, Elena sat frozen before her computer screen. Project E.V. stretched across dozens of documents. Research notes. Financial records. Encrypted communications. And none of it made sense. Because Project E.V. wasn't a person. It was an operation. An operation that had existed long before Emily. Long before Elena. Long before the stolen files. The initials weren't referring to Emily Vale. They were referring to something else entirely. Something hidden. Something important. Elena scrolled through another page. A memo appeared. Partially damaged. Most of the text had been deleted.