Morning sunlight crept through Alexander's office blinds, but the tension in the room was thicker than ever. He stood beside the window, his eyes distant, as Daniel paced restlessly.
“I'm telling you,” Daniel said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Someone close to you has been leaking information. Victor knew every move we made before we did it.”
Isabella sat quietly at the edge of the couch. Her fingers nervously gripped the hem of her blouse. "But who would do that? Roosevelt? Lisa? They've been with us from the beginning."
Alexander turned to her, his voice low. “It’s not Roosevelt. He’s the one who found Victor’s fake accounts. And Lisa almost lost her life trying to help us. That leaves…”
He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Tracy," Isabella finished in a whisper.
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