RYLEE POV
Viggo and Tyler moved through the office, their anxious footsteps echoing in the corridor. They seemed almost frantic, their faces etched with worry. I, on the other hand, was perfectly composed, my calm demeanor a stark contrast to their turmoil.
“How can she be so calm in a situation like this?” Tyler pointed at me as if I were an alien specimen, his disbelief almost tangible.
“She says she’s totally free of any suspicion,” Viggo replied, his voice a mix of skepticism and concern.
“There are no traces, there’s no way,” I insisted, throwing my hands up in exasperation. “I did what I did, and I’m sure they won’t be able to trace it back to me. They couldn’t even get rid of the bugs I left behind. How could they come after me?”
Viggo and Tyler stared at me, their expressions
