Valentina
"Are you sure you weren't followed?" Jen said from her fancy office chair. She had a new abstract painting on the wall, all fancy shades of white with a hint of olive green for good measure. The longer I looked at it, the more it looked like there was an anguished face wailing desperately from the canvas.
"Very sure," I said. "I shook them off at the edge of the capital."
"Good. Your cover would have been blown if they saw you come here willingly," Jen said with a nod. "I still think we should have arranged to meet elsewhere to be on the safe side."
"There's no need," I said, tossing a flash drive on the desk. "After today, there will be no need for secrecy."
Jen arched her eyebrows, reaching across and picking up the drive. "What's this?"
I crossed my arms. "Proof."
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