XYRA'S POV
My heart thundered in my chest as I surveyed the cubicle maze that would be my temporary home.
I was disguised and posing as the intern named "Alex," I felt like a lone wolf amidst a pack of unsuspecting sheep. Every fibre of my being yearned to dig in, to unearth the truth about Diane's father's dealings, yet I had to keep calm. I knew that patience and strategy were paramount.
My supervisor, Ms. Davis, was a woman of efficiency, barking orders and expecting immediate results. My initial tasks were mundane. All I was assigned to do was file documents, organizing spreadsheets, fetching coffee runs.
While seemingly unimportant, I paid close attention to conversations in the break room, the topics discussed, and the names dropped. Every detail, every overheard snippet, was a
