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My phone buzzes, breaking the silence. I answer quickly, keeping my voice low. “Adrian.”

“We’ve got movement,” he says, his tone urgent. “Mercer’s setting up a press conference. Word is they’re about to drop something big.”

“Do we have eyes on it?” I ask.

“Not yet,” he admits. “But I’m working on it.”

“Keep me updated,” I say, ending the call.

Eva stirs, blinking groggily as she sits up. “What’s going on?”

“Mercer’s making their move,” I say. “We need to be ready.”

She nods, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Then let’s finish this.”

The determination in her voice sends a jolt of adrenaline through me. Whatever happens next, we’re in it together.

And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure we win.

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Eva

The email sits in my inbox like a bomb waiting to explode. The subject line, vague yet chilling, reads:"You need to know the truth."It’s from an untraceable account, but the contents are enough to make my pulse race.

The sender claims to be someone inside Kane Enterprises, someone who’s seen Mercer’s plans firsthand. Attached are encrypted files that, according to the email, will expose not only Mercer’s involvement but also ties to someone even higher up. The final line of the email sends a shiver down my spine:

"Don’t trust anyone. If they find out, it’s over for me—and for you."

My fingers hover over the mouse. The weight of the decision feels suffocating. Whoever sent this knows too much—about me, about Dominic, about Kane Enterprises. The risk feels likestepping into quicksand, but the promise of answers is too tempting to ignore. With a deep breath, I click open.

“What’s wrong?” Dominic’s voice cuts through my thoughts. I jump slightly, startled. He’s leaning against the doorframe, his gaze sharp and assessing.

I hesitate, torn between closing the email and coming clean. Every instinct screams to keep this to myself, but I know how that will play out. He’ll find out, and his anger will eclipse any progress we’ve made.

“I got a tip,” I say finally, forcing my voice to stay even.

His eyes narrow, suspicion shadowing his features. “What kind of tip?”

“Someone inside your company,” I admit. “They sent me files. They claim Mercer is involved and have proof.”

Dominic closes the distance between us in three long strides. His presence looms as he leans over my shoulder, his intensity filling the space. Without asking, he pulls the laptop closer and scans the email, his jaw tightening as he reads.

“Encrypted,” he mutters. “Do you even know how to open these?”

“I have software,” I snap, defensive. “But it’ll take time. Decrypting something this complex isn’t exactly instant.”

His jaw tightens further, his mind clearly racing. “This could be a setup.”

“Or it could be the break we’ve been waiting for,” I counter, meeting his gaze.

Our eyes lock in a silent battle of wills, his piercing blue eyes searching mine. For once, neither of us backs down.

Finally, he sighs, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. “We’ll do it your way—for now. But I’m not letting you handle this alone.”

Two Hours Later

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