Harrison POV
The flash drive felt light in my hand, but the weight of its contents had kept me up for nights. Now, as I sat in my dimly lit study, twirling it between my fingers, I let myself smile—a rare and genuine moment of triumph.
The job was done. The loose ends tied up. And Juliette? She was back where she belonged: clueless and powerless. The thought brought me a rush of satisfaction.
A low buzz from my phone interrupted the silence. The number was unknown, but I already knew who it was.
“Report,” I said, skipping the pleasantries.
“It’s done,” the voice on the other end confirmed. “No witnesses, no suspicions.”
“Well done.” My voice was calm, almost cheerful. “You’ve earned your pay. I’ll make sure it’s taken care of.”
The caller hung up without another word, and I returned
