Still in the safe.
I didn’t have a chance to grab it.
Barron came in. Almost saw me.
I can’t risk that again so soon.
… Three dots.
She was typing.
And typing.
I didn’t respond.
Not yet.
I closed the thread. Swiped to Wolfe’s name. Hovered. I thought about texting him. Just one line.
I opened the safe. I’m scared.
But I didn’t. Because he’d come. And I didn’t know what was worse?—
Facing Selene alone, or facing Wolfe with the truth.
I locked the screen. Reopened Selene’s thread.
Typed.
SELENE:
You’ve had weeks.
CLOE:
You want it clean, right?
No flags. No audits.
You want out, and I can give it to you.
SELENE:
You have 48 hours.
CLOE:
I need 72.
He’s watching me too closely.
All of them are.
SELENE:
60.
Make it look like an accident.