CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Samara had gotten most of the files on the people in Foster’s team. Not that she expected anything less than another fantastic rush job. Samara wondered if their wager of who buys dinner next had anything to do with it. The files were detailed. Showing everything from where a person was born to how much they had in their bank accounts. Flicking through the files, Samrara wondered. How much of her life was on display to anyone who might dare to investigate her? The files in her possession just proved that each side knew more about the other than they would care to admit.
She settled down with the files with the bottle of champagne she had gotten on Steel’s tab.
Most of the files read as she thought they would. They came from good homes, excellent schools, never been in
