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ELEANOR
I had just about reached my room, my exhaustion weighing heavily on me, when Christian's voice called out to me.
He was standing, staring at me with his cold look. I was in no mood for another confrontation, but something in his tone made me stop in my tracks.
I took a deep breath and walked closer to him, arms folded against my chest as I looked at him, displeased.
"There's a spy in the company,"
Christian said, his words cutting through the tension.
"Someone's been stealing money and information."
I turned slowly, staring at him dead in the eyes. I was are of this but I didn’t expect Christian to tell me about this. Because he was my suspect.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Christian stepped closer, his expression earnest.
"Because I want the best for the
