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“Very well, we will continue in English,” Fischer said. “What is your name?”

“Magdalena Moreau. I also go by Alena Moore.”

“What is your occupation?”

“I’m a consultant.”

“What type of consultant?”

“That's confidential.”

“What is your interest in Wagner Global?”

“I don't have any particular interest in the company. I just needed a little bit of information.”

“What information?”

“That's classified.”

“Under what authority is the information classified?”

“My own personal guarantee.”

Fischer paused for a moment.

“Is this information for yourself or for a client?”

“You don't really expect me to answer that one, do you?”

“Where did you send the data packets?”

She stiffened, a slight movement that he wouldn't have seen if he wasn’t staring at her so intently.

“Figure that out already? Well good for you, gentlemen.”

“Where did you send the data stolen from the Wagner Global servers?”

“That’s confidential.”

“What is your relation to Kamil Frye?”

Alena blinked in surprise. “Who?”

Was that surprise real or fake?

“What is your relation to Samad Bowden?”

“I’m afraid I have no idea who those people are.”

They were executives for Wagner Globals biggest rivals, and individuals most likely to have initiated corporate espionage.

“What will the information you stole be used for?”

“It will be used for good, not evil. I know you might not trust me, but I do promise that much.”

“Trust you?” Alexander snarled. Frigid rage, howling through him like an arctic gale, made his hands shake, the muscles in his arms quiver. “I do not, not… I do not—we will not—trust you.” Damn it. He was stumbling over his words, and that made him feel even stupider, which in turn added to his anger.

The slightly amused, confident mask dropped and her expression turned mournful. “Alexander, I’m so sorry. I meant what I said, what was between us when...” She glanced at the camera, the guards, and then back to him. “When we…scened…together I never lied to you. That was all true.”

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