dings a barely four years old co
architecture. They provided cutting-edge facial recognition software, encrypted communication systems, and
e glossy brochures. The dark money. The high-risk deals. The kind
"Precision. Pow
ing into a high-tech prison-one where you never knew which corner h
was now in th
a silly red-s
L – BOARD USE ONLY. Inside it? A chilling paper trail linking Grey Holdings to something far ugli
ather's
I opened the folder and saw my stepfather's name printed in bold, right next to tech
Thorne doing connected
that fil
rtantly-did Z
e, the strange way he always seemed to appear just as I was second-
t
omethin
ing da
k, I didn't go st
of Grey Holdings and took a good look arou
he quiet hum of automated lights above... it was al
th that p
cr
ad down as I passed Zane's office.
seen yesterday-the
d with
er, her voice a touch too perky for how little c
muttered, trying to open
grinned. "Grey's dea
glare anymore. It
ing lik
tter. No echoing heels. Just silence, like
I saw
or by his side, reading from a black folder. His
t glance
even
deliberately pretending not to see me, which only m
in that
a
corted out the second
archive with classified reports from a p
ave even known
she had stayed there. Read
was w
y in this building. And
she was working for-and who
ry Prescott sat quietly, typing with sti
n't loo
me even mo
v
into my inbox ju
signature. Ju
ld like to s
mach t
barely looked at me. I assumed
nt from my pencil skirt, and
d the door w
ide like he'd been
as he leaned over a table of blueprint drafts. A laptop
ike the a
he door,
bey
began, catching the panic on
"Then... wh
I sat, trying not to let
"One that requires a second pair of eyes on o
one wor
l be off the books.
y m
e foolish enough to open something you weren't
llowe
did
er in front of me. No red stickers thi
time. Because once you open
d at th
open
I walked hom
was quiet.
into darkness, flipping the l
was out
ll flash drive on
t left
lived
k on the wall mirror, we
ere w