Anna stood in front of Jaden’s office door that night, her breath shallow and heart pounding like a drumbeat in her chest. The mansion was quiet, save for the faint hum of the central air system. The guards stationed outside the property weren’t a problem—she had timed their rotation schedules meticulously. It was inside the house that the real challenge lay. Jaden’s office was locked, and he never left without ensuring it was secure.
But tonight, she’d noticed something—a briefcase he’d left sitting on the desk before heading to the gym. He was meticulous to a fault, which meant there was a good chance the file she needed was inside.
Anna took a deep breath and glanced down at the bobby pin in her hand. It was crude, but she’d learned to pick locks as a teenager—an odd skill she had nev
