Felix.
Of all the names, it wasn’t one either of them expected to find on a leak dossier.
He’d been there since the beginning—faithful, quiet, unassuming. Always ready with Nicholas’s itinerary and Alina’s favorite tea when she slipped into the office after long nights in his bed.
Now, his name sat on top of a list of wire transfers and voice logs.
Alina stared at the file on the table, a cold prickle dancing across her skin.
“He was watching us the entire time,” she murmured.
Nicholas ran a hand through his hair, pacing the penthouse living room in nothing but grey sweatpants and frustration.
“I trusted him with everything,” he muttered. “Every damn thing. I defended him.”
Alina’s voice was soft but firm. “That’s why she picked him.”
Nicholas froze.
She came closer. “She’s playi
