I've never been good at being duplicitous, but desperation makes excellent teachers of us all. My hands shake slightly as I transfer the files from Oliver's private server to my encrypted USB drive. The soft hum of my laptop seems deafening in the silence of my bedroom at 3 AM.
Maxwell Stone's words from our meeting earlier today echo in my mind: "Bring me proof of Oliver's involvement in Sinclair Industries' downfall, and I'll make sure your family never wants for anything again."
The security cameras in my room have been disabled for exactly seven minutes – a trick I learned from Victoria before she vanished. My heart pounds against my ribs as I watch the progress bar inch forward. Five minutes left.
A creak in the hallway makes me freeze. Footsteps. Getting closer.
I quickly minimiz
