File Name 2 Novels & Stories

Really, really awesome. Once he was gone, I pulled out the flash drive, connected it to his system, and sat on the sofa. I rummaged through the files on his laptop, but nothing caught my attention. Just as I was about to give up, I noticed a file titled ‘M’. This was it. I wanted to open it and see what secrets it held, but time was running out. I quickly began the process of copying the file. Wait...What the hell? Why was this file taking so long? It was agonizing. I glanced up the staircase—Cassius still wasn’t in sight. Be fucking fast, you idiot. Finally, the progress bar hit 90%, then 95, 96, 97, 98... “What the hell are you doing?”

“What kind of flag?” “Low-level trace conflict. It auto-corrected,” he added quickly. “No alert triggered. Just a bump.” She turned to him now. “Which file?” Rafael tapped the tablet. “Piece #4128—the panel-cut bodice dress. The same one you refined after Paris.” Ximena frowned. “The vault file or the team edit?” “Vault,” he said. “But again—minor. It could’ve been a corrupted fabric path line or sync issue. System scrubbed it.”

I sat at the monitors, plugged in the drive, and started deleting. But something caught my eye. I paused the footage and rewound. There was blood smeared on a file. And… a hair? It was a thick, dark strand caught in the corner. I zoomed in. The file label: Patient Record – 47-Bloodmoon, Ria. Ria? That name sounded familiar. I memorized the shelf number, deleted everything else, and left. I went back to the storage room. Found the file and tucked it inside my office bag.

I push the door open. The room is full of sunlight and toys, but the energy is elsewhere. It's concentrated on the laptop screen. My old computer. The one I thought was lost, forgotten. Léon dug it up. He's sitting in front of it, eyebrows furrowed, his little fingers flying over the keyboard with an assurance that chills me. Beside him, Lilou follows every move on the screen. She murmurs, reading aloud. — …File: "M_A." It's crossed out. Now it says "HAMMOND." But before, it started with an M. M like… mom? Marco?

Sia's eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. That file was named Private CCTV. Sia was sweating from stress and nervousness. She doesn't know why, but she thought maybe from here she could find something for herself—maybe something personal, maybe... Sia wiped her sweat and smirked. When she clicked on that file, it was password-protected with four digits. Sia face-palmed frustratingly. But then he started trying some passwords on that, for which she had only three attempts. At one point, he typed Damon as Damon Williams, but it didn't work.

Alex said and sent the file to Raverine's computer. Raverine put down his feet and leaned forward to his computer while moving the mouse. "Thank you, Alex." Raverine clicked the file and a long list of names and faces was displayed on the screen. "Come on... where are you..." he whispered, getting more and more impatient with this as a lot of names, including the retired officers, filled his screen.

Neither of them worked. I bit my lip, frustrated. Next to that door, there was another door slightly open. Indicating that the door was unlocked. I tried entering it and found many files neatly stacked on the table. The files were arranged by year. 2019, 2020, 2021, and this year, 2022. I grabbed a file from 2022. When I opened all the documents, my eyes immediately focused on a name written in large letters at the top of the page: Personal Data of Donors.

The screen lit up, and a new file appeared encrypted, password-protected. I tried the obvious: Ava, Derek, or even our old wedding date. Nothing worked. Then I saw it. A single line in the filename, typed in a font that looked eerily familiar. *MarcusDamienLucas* My stomach dropped. This file wasn’t just about shipments or money. It was about *them*.

He was staring intently at his computer screen, which was turned away, and pounding at his keyboard as he quickly typed something. Knocking first, you entered and Sabrina followed you in. "Got the files, sir." "And I've got your coffee order," Sabrina said. Garrison grunted and looked at you from around his computer screen. "Great, good. Could have been faster, but good enough." He reached out a hand and you passed over the files. "That's the main Vernic file, a Vernic TM file, and a Vernic Limited file. Sabrina also helped out and found a Pipar Co file, which we weren't sure was related or not."

But the same notification popped up: "Invalid password. To open this file, enter the correct password below." Ugh. Fine. Another try. I typed my full name again—this time in uppercase. "MYKAELANIELSEN" There was a short beep from the tablet after I tapped on "Enter". A new notification window popped up on the screen. My breath caught, and my lips curved into a smile. "The images are ready for viewing." ◇ "Sofija Mihajlović."