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“The password’s not all that hard to figure out,” he said, “And the e-mails I get really aren’t all that exciting. At least I thought so.” “Okay,” Sarah said slowly. “Guess she found an interesting one after all… But why do you have to go back to the house? The damage is already done anyway. And you can probably change the e-mail password with your phone, can’t you?”

I leaned forward slightly. “How?” “They weren’t really about the foundation,” she said quietly. “They were about you.” Cold tension slid slowly through my spine. “The woman gave a name?” Margot frowned slightly while thinking. “Sarah,” she finally said. “No last name.” Sarah. The same name Robert Finch had connected to the deactivated LinkedIn profile. The same shadow moving quietly through every thread. I kept my face neutral through force alone. “Thank you, Margot,” I said carefully. “I may need to contact you again.”

The ERS file we had been viewing earlier was gone. Replaced by a single line of text. ACCESS RESTRUCTURE IN PROGRESS Below it: SUBJECT DETECTED: VALERIE SERGIO My breath caught instantly. “No,” I whispered. Sarah saw it immediately. Her posture changed slightly. Not fear. Focus. “They’re identifying you,” she said. “I didn’t do anything,” I replied quickly. Sarah didn’t look away from the screen. “That’s the problem,” she said. “You exist inside the system without authorization.”

Sarah Sarah jumped, a loud ping breaking the silence of her office and snapping her away from a journey through her favorited emails. It had started innocently enough. When she first joined the firm, she had favorited an email Marcus sent just to ensure she completed a specific task. But then he had kept sending them—messages that sent her pulse into a frantic overdrive. Within weeks, she had curated a small, private collection of their correspondence. They were digital breadcrumbs that led to a question she wasn't quite ready to answer: Why haven’t I given in to him yet?

Sarah listened through the open door, a small, cold smile touching her lips as she heard him shouting into his phone. She had moved the money through a labyrinth of offshore shells—twelve different accounts across four continents. Even with the best hackers in the city, Arthur wouldn't be able to freeze those funds for weeks. Eventually, Arthur stormed back inside, his face a bruised shade of purple. Sarah looked at him, her eyes mockingly bright. "Well? Did you get it back?" "I can get it back whenever I want," Arthur snarled, though the lack of conviction was obvious. Sarah laughed. "No, you can't. And before you even get close to a court-ordered freeze, I’ll take every cent of that 'joint

P**n portfolio photos. I recoiled, stomach lurching. “Jesus,” I whispered. Sarah snatched the phone back, tears spilling over again. “I found them on his laptop. He’d left it open—said he had to run to the store for wine. An email notification popped up. The subject line was ‘New comps for your review – urgent.’ I shouldn’t have clicked, I know I shouldn’t have, but the preview thumbnail… it was him. Naked. On his knees. And the timestamp on the file was the same weekend he told me he had to go out of town for a ‘work emergency.’”

Freya: [I’m at your desk. What’s the password to your computer?] Kenneth: [Your birthday, plus two asterisks.] Freya, “...” Inner Devil: ‘You are technically the key to everything in his life.’ Freya: [Where can I find information about your employees?] Kenneth: [Company employee access portal. WrightCode Global Intranet.] Freya typed in the website and entered her birthday as his password. And, she logged in.

I begged, voice breaking. She turned the vibrator off completely. “You come only when I say,” she reminded me coldly. “Tell me the password for the backup server now.” I broke. “It’s in the basement of the Meridian building, suite 1402,” I gasped. “The password is ShadowProtocol2026.” She smiled — I couldn’t see it, but I heard it in her voice, that low, satisfied purr. “Excellent. You are learning your place.”

Remember to serve the bed tonight. Trisha Sylvie pinched her face and laughed. The two of them got into the car talking and laughing. Have enough to eat, and don't forget to pack one back. Lying in bed at night, Trisha Sylvie threw Kristen Oliver a card. 'One billion five hundred million, the password is your birthday, and you lose in reverse.' Kristen Oliver took it. It's unbelievable. 'My God, did you really get it back?' Those robbers are clever and can transfer money in a short time. There must be hackers.