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"The staff over there reported that the water tank was modified. It's still in the experimental phase, and its drainage system isn't set to change every three hours, but rather every ten hours. "But from what the staff said, it seems the water hasn't been changed in a long time. The water tank has been blocked by something. "Mr. Finch, maybe you should check it out yourself. I'm worried something might have really happened to Mrs. Finch." At this, Zachary sneered. "How much did she pay you to turn against me like this? If one trick doesn't work, you try another, huh? "Sarah really is something. She managed to fool someone as respected as you. She should've gone into entertainment, not athlet

“Last chance.” Derek’s face went white. His eyes darted between me and Adrian, calculating odds. “Thirty seconds,” I said. “Wait, wait!” Derek’s hands shot up. “The password is ‘Francisco2025.’ Capital F, no spaces.” Adrian moved to the computer, typed it in. The upload timer stopped at forty-seven seconds remaining. He started deleting files, fingers flying over the keys. “All of it?” he asked Derek. “Main drive plus three cloud backups. Icons on the desktop.”

My heart was pounding as I typed my name in the exact format and hit send. The drive location was now unlocked and I could see the folders stored inside it. Francesca used my name as her password the entire time???

“Sarah used simple encryption but it is layered. Maya, type this password she mentioned in her letter, the one with your birthday and her favorite number.” I leaned forward and entered the numbers careful, my breath held tight. The folder opened slow, revealing documents and audio clips. Damien shifted beside me, his good hand reached for the mouse. “There,” he said weak. “That file looks important. Open it. Sarah wrote notes about the money flows. She knew Havisham hid payments in fake accounts.” The document loaded and we read together. Sarah’s words appeared clear on the screen, talking about secret transfers and names I recognized. Elena read some lines out loud, her voice steady but ser

Then she saw it. FOLDER: GREY She opened it. Inside were thousands of videos. There were bank records. There were the names of the people in the tanks. "I have it " she whispered. Tears were in her eyes. "Maya! Stop!" She turned around. Sarah was standing at the door. She was not holding a tablet anymore. She was holding a gun. Her face was bruised from the system crash. Her eyes were full of anger and fear. "Step away from the computer, Maya " Sarah said. Her voice was shaking. "If that folder goes out to the world we all go to prison. I was just doing my job! I did not want this!"

Sophie’s office is at the end, corner unit with windows overlooking the Bay. The door is locked, but Anthony’s master card works here too. Inside, the office is pristine. Organized. Not a single thing out of place. The couch where Maya found them is against the far wall, innocent-looking in the dim light. I pull out my laptop, sitting at Sophie’s desk. The hidden cameras Anthony mentioned should be wireless, feeding to a local server that backs up to a private cloud account. I pull up the login credentials Anthony gave me. Username: SMSupport. Password: a string of numbers and letters.

After she finished her drink, Sarah spoke up, she said. "It's a pity that I don't have any words to admit to you. Do you guys suspect me of having an affair with someone else? Then go to that hotel and check the camera, check my room number, and check my check-in and check-out times. If you want to do that, I'll gladly do it." Sarah finished her words with a devilish smile, her face was no longer innocent like the first, but instead dangerous and cunning. Sarah does not admit the mistake but provokes Finn, who completely ignores Finn's suggestion, which infuriates him. Finn said.

What a smart punk! "We can't just sit around doing nothing. If he's still alive, he might be in a great danger," Sarah said, facing Kelly in particular. She thought briefly and went upstairs and straight to Richard's study. When Sarah entered the study, she scoured the room for some clues but found nothing. She walked around the table and sat down on Richard's swivel chair. She needed to see the email first and see if she could extract any useful information from it. Sarah turned on the laptop but didn't seem to know Richard's password. She entered Richard's date of birth but it said, 'incorrect password'.

It felt staged. She pressed the power button. The screen lit up, showing Christina’s usual lock screen a photo of them from last summer, both smiling with their hair messy from the wind. Ariana felt her throat tighten. “Come on, Chris,” she whispered, typing in the password she still remembered. The desktop loaded, full of folders and files. Ariana clicked around without much focus at first photos, article drafts then she noticed a folder in the bottom corner labeled BNC_SILVERFISH.

The directors, including Alyssa and Backer leaned forward with curiosity. Alaric’s voice never wavered. “The logs show that Sara’s design, wasn't accessed from her account but from Adrian Cho’s server.” A ripple spread across the board and murmurs rose. Adrian who was quietly seated at the far end of the table stiffened then his mouth gaped open in shock, "That's impossible," He blurted.