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I loomed over her, my palms flattened on either side of her head. “Mr. Hernandez…”. She called calmly but in a warning. I leaned down all the more, warning or not. Instantly, the scent of jasmine filled my nostrils. My fingers sunk into the soft cushion as I lowered my weight onto her. “Mr. Hernandez…stop it”, her breath came in short, ragged bursts, as her chest rose and fell against mine. Her hands moved to my chest but she didn't push me away. “Analyze this, Doc”, I growled in a rough voice that sounded like gravel. I unbuttoned my shirt, threw it on the floor and started grounding my pelvis against hers, and feeling the heat seeping through the thin fabric of her pencil skirt.

I get excited thinking, here's the hidden stuff I was talking about, if I could only figure out what it means. The first looks vaguely familiar and then I remember seeing a file on Uncle Harry's computer, when I was searching for book prices. It was called NST.doc. I go to his computer double click on NTS.doc and sure enough a pop up box asks for a password. I type NST1001#HD and an MS-Word file opens. It's some kind of research paper called Neurological Submission Transmitter. I wonder why Uncle Harry had it password protected. As far as I know he's the only one who used this computer.

"Come in, Sarah. Close it behind you." I swallowed hard and stepped inside. "I am quitting, Mr. Blackwood. What happened last night was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake. Here is my letter." I tossed the paper on his desk. He did not even glance at it. Instead, he leaned back in his big leather chair and turned his computer screen toward me. My face went pale. There I was on the video, bent over his desk, screaming his name while he fucked me raw from behind. The sound was on. My own moans filled the room, loud and desperate.

Then Claire Stone’s maternity from Scans, Notes, Details from the night she hemorrhaged. More folders followed. Fellowship records. My application essay. Photos from the retreat. One folder highlighted, Cabin 7. And then the videos. The shower. The cabin porch. Last night’s dinner, Alaric’s hand under my dress, caught from an angle I didn’t even recognize. Fuck! I stared at the screen, numb, the room suddenly too quiet. This evidence is more than enough to bring me down. One last file remained. Title, Board Presentation I opened it.

I get excited thinking, here's the hidden stuff I was talking about, if I could only figure out what it means. The first looks vaguely familiar and then I remember seeing a file on Uncle Harry's computer, when I was searching for book prices. It was called NST.doc. I go to his computer double click on NTS.doc and sure enough a pop up box asks for a password. I type NST1001#HD and an MS-Word file opens. It's some kind of research paper called Neurological Submission Transmitter. I wonder why Uncle Harry had it password protected. As far as I know he's the only one who used this computer.

However, there weren’t any names of the people involved in the battle on the document. “D*mn! Which jerk sent this document over? It’s a complete mess, and nothing is clear on it! Is this a novel? These are all baseless adjectives. What on earth are ‘hundred-foot tall water columns’ and ‘giant palms on the lake’? Shall I add ‘God’s Palm’ to it too?” Bennett yelled before slamming the document against the desk. The document was nowhere near as pleasant to look at as… The female secretary! Right then, the female secretary took out a USB flash drive. “Sir, there’s also a video of it here. Would you like to have a look?”

‎ ‎Darker. ‎ ‎Like she had just opened a door that should have remained locked. ‎ ‎Taking a steady breath, she clicked the next document inside Project E.V. ‎ ‎The file opened immediately. ‎ ‎Medical reports. ‎ ‎Psychological evaluations. ‎ ‎Observation records. ‎ ‎Hundreds of pages. ‎ ‎Her eyes scanned the first page. ‎ ‎Most of the information had been redacted. ‎ ‎Names blacked out. ‎ ‎Locations erased. ‎ ‎Dates partially hidden.

I didn’t clean it up. I left the light on and the curtains open all night. The next morning I found something on my patio table: a small black USB drive. No note. Just the drive. My hands shook as I plugged it into my laptop. One video file. Timestamped from last night. I clicked play.

Isolde said softly. She stood and walked across the ruined floor, holding up a small silver flash drive. “The Host left his seat unlocked,” she said. “He knew we were coming; he wanted us to see what he wanted to see. But I took more.” “What’s on it?” Penelope asked. Isolde’s voice shook: “The Black File. Real names. Real purchases. Years of trafficking and silence.” Penelope swore. “That’ll burn half the boardrooms in Manhattan.” “And half the judges,” Dorian added. “If we release this ”

Fred winced in pain, instinctively releasing her, and Mei Grayson took the opportunity to snatch the documents from Youdu's hand. She already knew what was written inside without needing to be told. It was a death sentence for her, for everything she had always wished for. Perhaps because the truth was exposed too quickly, she no longer had time to think about how to deal with it. She tore the pages apart and shoved them into her mouth, devouring them. Arthur placed his hand on his forehead, his brow slightly furrowed. In front of him was only a vague blur, with no sign of Mei Grayson going mad or Fred getting angry. All the surrounding voices seemed to gradually fade away, leaving only a fa