JAKE'S POV.
My stomach churned like a blender on high as I stared at the mountain of files on Diane's dad's desk.
Each folder and, each document, felt like a potential landmine in this crazy mission Xyra had dragged me into. I mean, seriously? Sneaking into Diane's dad's office, rifling through his files? It felt like something out of a bad spy act.
Yet, here I was, heart pounding like a drum solo, waiting for the opportune moment to be "summoned." Xyra had somehow convinced me this was the only way to get the dirt on Diane's dad, the supposed mastermind behind her own dad's company's woes. The whole thing felt paranoid, bordering on delusional.
But Xyra was persistent, and seeing the worry carved on her face, the desperation in her eyes, I couldn't just say no. So, here I was, playing
