MISTRESS OF THE GAME
Every head in the room was bent, focused, shoulders tense under the weight of my presence.
The lead tech analyst looked up the moment I entered. His fingers hovered over his keyboard, nervous but eager to report.
“Good morning, sir,” he began, voice steady but quick. “We have discovered a track of encrypted emails from Roland to a man named Garrick Slone.”
My pulse kicked. My lips curled in a humorless smile, though fury burned in my chest. “I knew it,” I said aloud, unable to contain it. The words escaped me like an exhale of venom. It was a confirmation that my instincts had never failed me, yet also a brutal reminder that I had been played in my own game.
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