Isabella's POV
The old building Alex had brought us to felt like something out of a spy movie. Dusty shelves lined the walls, their contents long forgotten. The air smelled faintly of mildew, and the only light came from a single bulb flickering weakly overhead. Alex led me deeper into the space, his movements calculated and deliberate.
“Is this your safehouse?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Not exactly,” he replied, his tone clipped. “It’s a temporary spot. Good enough to buy us some time.”
“Time for what?” I pressed, folding my arms. “You can’t keep dodging my questions, Alex. What’s on that drive, and why is Monalisa so desperate to get it?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. I could see the weariness in his posture, the way his shoulders sagged slightly as if
