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She knew something. My eyebrows arched. “How did you know?” “Haven’t you learned not to ask that kind of question?” “Right. Her father is looking for the lost book, Medea. He said it’s rare, but I have doubts.” I had a feeling she knew something about it, too. So, I’d just ask away. “Was it top secret? What do you think about that book?” “It’s a myth.” “I know about the story or that play.” “No. The book is a myth. The Medea you’re looking for. It’s a secret file to scare mafias.”

I pulled out the tablet that had the files Lucien took from Savic’s office, and I started scrolling through the folders because I needed to do something with my hands to keep from thinking about how much my life was falling apart. "Did you find anything new in those documents, or is it just more of the same financial junk we saw back in Scotland?" Lucien asked as he turned around in his seat to look at the screen, and I noticed that his face looked a little better now that he wasn't losing blood every time he moved his arm. "Most of it is just numbers and bank accounts, but I found a folder that was hidden inside a system file and it’s labeled 'The Architects,' which is a name I've never hea

He pulled me in for a hug and I just felt safe on his broad arms. After some minutes of silence and me wetting his cloth with my tears, he finally spoke. “Another package came,” he said quietly, almost like he wasn't sure if that was the right time. “Encrypted files. No return address. Labeled Project Eve: Phase II.” My head snapped up. “Where is it?” “Downstairs.” He stretched his hands towards me, I placed my hands on his and I followed him through the silent halls of the estate and into his private office. The encrypted file pulsed on the screen like a beating heart.

Alessandre ordered immediately. An officer moved toward the system. But the screens suddenly glitched violently. File after file began uploading automatically. Encrypted documents. Financial records. Photographs. Names. Government seals. “Oh my God,” one officer whispered. The room exploded into motion again. “What is all this?” “Where’s this feed coming from?” “Can somebody kill the connection?” The distorted voice continued calmly over the chaos. “These files contain evidence connected to several international operations currently hidden from public oversight.” An officer snapped toward Alessandre.

But then again, who keeps files containing vital info with a stack of rotting papers? I marched to the third category, and saw the word neatly scribbled on the paper with dark ink. VAR. I went through the papers, each file seemed like a new discovery. A sickening smile crept to the corners of my mouth. Taking out two vital files, I turned and left the room. Nothing was here. There was no hidden compartment, no second secret passage like in the movies. Just an old library filled with moth-eaten files. As soon as I closed the door feeling a little disappointed, something shuffled on the board. My eyes snapped to the hallway. Was Ava awake?

My heart pounded against my ribs, as I scanned the badge and plugged the USB into the main console, the screen flickering for a brief second. Thirty seconds. That’s all I needed. The software on the drive did the rest, replacing the slideshow with the evidence I’d compiled. Photos, financial records, intercepted communications, even the recordings, the whole bloody history of the Bureau and CIA’s secret war. When Whittaker stepped up to that podium, the world would see this. The murder files were the final nail in the coffin. Stella’s name, her husband’s, the hit on my life, marked clearly in the redacted orders. “Accidental casualties” in a war the Bureau pretended didn’t exist.

"Secret books. You mean..." "Yes. Everything's in there." Mamma sniveled. "His transactions with Leandro and Ignazio's guys. Their traffickers. Dealers. Cops. Doctors..." "They're actual books? Ledgers?" "No. Maybe there's more. I don't know..." she muttered. "I found the files the other day, in a hidden folder on his office computer." Sneaky piece of shit. "You have copies?" "No." Dammit. Archambault and his friends at Interpol HQ really wanted a copy of those books. They're the best solid evidence we needed to hand over soon, to finally put an end to all this.

He said referring to June. " That's right...you have to come on strong like that." I chuckled. " That has to be...no, so that's the secrets you have," I showed him the files I had. " It will be fun peeling them off one by one." He collected the paper from my hand and tore it piece by piece,throwing it up,Then walks away. " Matters regarding Jade's father, I'll think about that slowly." I said before he stepped out. _____________

he murmured. Inside was a USB drive and a single sheet of paper. The message was typed in bold, precise letters: They’re planning to destroy you. This is everything you need to know. Elena exchanged a look with Adrian and Victoria before plugging the USB into her laptop. A series of encrypted files appeared on the screen. Victoria quickly worked her way through the encryption, revealing a trove of damning evidence: detailed plans to sabotage Callahan Enterprises, fabricated documents to frame Elena for crimes, and even surveillance footage of her movements around the estate.

I stated while trying to hide the fact that I was indeed shocked to my bones to see him by this time of the day. "Mr. Finch asked me to hand over these files to you, I was unable to meet you at Premium Trust. So I figured I should drop it off here," he explained as he handed the files, which were in a brown envelope, to me. "It's okay, thank you very much, Denver." I acknowledged him and noticed him staring at me shyly, and I cursed under my breath. My nightie is not presentable for this kind of meeting. "Have a lovely evening, Miss Laura," he voiced out, and I watched him walk out of the yard. What did Mr. Finch want me to do for him that he could not wait until tomorrow morning? I thought.