I didn’t open the email right away... mostly because I was still drunk from the caviar vodka thing Maeve made me try at lunch... or maybe it was from the snorting laughter I did when she called a CEO “skid-mark rich.” Either way, my hands were shaking when I finally got back to the hotel suite she’d thrown me into and clicked the damn thing open. It was just a subject line: For your eyes only, dollface... and a file called The Mole sitting there like a bomb wearing a tuxedo.
I clicked.
It exploded.
First it was just footage. Security cam type stuff. Boring corridors, elevators, boardroom entrances. Then I saw myself walking. Then Jack. Then Ryan. Then Daphne... no... not her in person... her face popping up on a paused screen from a video call. Every clip cut cleaner than the last until
