Elena's POV
I kept my composure the rest of the day.
Smiled where I had to. Signed what I needed to. Delegated with ease.
But underneath the surface, I was watching everything.
Mariah didn't act out of place.
She was calm. Polite. Too polite.
When she passed Anna in the hallway, her eyes flicked just a second too long.
When she asked if I needed anything, her voice was a notch too sweet.
Fake.
Controlled.
And scared.
That night, as I sat alone in my study, the agent sent another message.
Agent:
She went out again. Same café.
Same man.
Another photo followed.
Mariah. Same pinned-up hair. Same guarded expression.
But this time, she handed him something.
Not a flash drive.
A folder.
I zoomed in.
The corner of a document peeked out.
A watermark.
It was from my office.
My breath caught.
I sent a voice note.
Me:
Find out what was inside that folder. I don't care how long it takes.
I stared at the photo again.
Mariah wasn't just a traitor.
