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After getting my dinner and returning to my apartment to sort things out onto the small kitchen table, a loud beep from my phone drew my attention. I grabbed my phone and peered at the screen to see that it was a scheduled email that had been sent. I frowned as I didn’t think anyone out there had my email address or even thought to contact me through it. But my heart slumped into my stomach when I saw the sender’s email. Scheduled email from shirleygoldberg@g***l.com.

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Please, the watch must be with him. Without wasting time, I head to iCloud.com and enter Asher's email address. I try to remember his other passwords while entering 'Aaronhardboy.' It wasn't the password, so I enter 'Iamnotforgetful' and 'impossible003' next. The second password worked and soon an authentication mail is sent to my laptop as I've his email signed in. I verify the two-step authentication and successfully enter his iCloud. "What the!" Aaron mutters beside my ear. "How did you enter into his iCloud?"

Mitch yelled. That caused me to pause. “I haven’t received any of them.” I said dangerously low. Scarlet had gotten up and moved behind Kyle. Her head was sticking out from his side. “Here! Look!” Mitch took out his cell phone and pulled up his email. I stood behind him and watched him pull it up before I snatched it out of his hand. Scrolling through it, there were indeed around five emails that were sent to me that I never got. Mason doesn’t even have access to my email. I had changed the passwords months ago so no one would be able to access it.

"I am taking them on my laptop, so I'll send them to you by email. If I take photos of the screen, they'll all be blurry." She's right. "Alright." "Just text me your address and I'll send them to you." "It's matteolorenzogiudice@giudicespa.com" "Yeah, no way I can remember that language. Text me so I can just copy paste it." Matteo smiles. "Alright. I'm driving now though." "It's fine, I'm not going to wait around for it." she says, and Matteo can hear the smirk on her face. "Okay."

I didn’t really have anything to move so I went into his office. ‘Regina should have left my schedules and documents what I’ll want for you is to go through them, here’. He handed me a folded paper. ‘That contains the email account and password you’ll be using, I changed the password in case. You’ll also find there my private email which you’ll only send me messages that are of importance to me’. ‘Alright but how will I know the important ones sir?’ I asked. ‘I’ll leave that to you to figure out’. ‘That is all for now you may go’.

She wanted to make herself a cup of coffee at first, but when her fingers touched the coffee machine, she changed her mind and got herself a glass of milk instead. When she returned to the table, the computer was already turned on. She clicked on her inbox and found many unread emails there. Few people knew about her personal email address. For instance, the royals of Yudonia sent emails to her office’s email address when they wanted to request that she custom-make perfumes for them. In other words, most emails would be sent to the office’s email address, where Olivia would filter and manage them before reporting to Lily. If it was something difficult to deal with, Olivia would then forward

Grabbing my laptop, I turned it on and was thankful to find the screensaver changed to a picture of Kris and me instead of Liam and mine. Ignoring his name and the stinging pain it brought, I logged into my G***l account and started scrolling through the thousands of emails. I clicked the starred option and was shocked to see my email flooded with job interviews. Interviews? But I didn't even apply for any and then I realized Kris was handling my email. Did she?

I didn’t believe in coincidences. A slow chill crawled up my spine as my gaze flickered back to the email address: krein@private.com. My father had sent this message to someone who didn’t even have a corporate domain, just a vague, anonymous ‘private’ email. It didn’t belong to JT Business Corp. So who the hell was Krein?