CHAPTER FORTY NINEUNCOVERING & CONFESSING
Early Afternoon, Ashe & Locke HQ NINA Nina pushed open the glass door to the executive floor like she owned it. She didn’t, of course. But when you walked like you were supposed to be somewhere, people rarely questioned you. Julienne was in the corner of the open workspace, sipping from a paper coffee cup, flipping through her emails with her trademark smugness. Nina didn’t look at her. Not yet. Instead, she made her way toward the elevators—where Anastasia stood waiting in a sleek pantsuit, phone in hand, looking like every inch the Locke she was. “You get what you need?” Nina asked in a low voice as she stepped beside her. “Most of it,” Anastasia murmured without looking up. “My guy from cybersecurity ran a silent access log on the internal servers. There’s been some unauthorized
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