Seconds passed. Seconds that felt like minutes and hours and centuries and eons. The server processed her answer, before granting her access to Adam’s email account.
Oh, my love… was all she was able to think.
Oh, my love…* * *
It took her less than five minutes to upload everything. Taking care to ensure that she’d included the totality of the dossier stored on the USB – the emails, the bank statements, the company accounts, and a single photograph of a restaurant reservation – Victoria attached the files to an email. Then she typed a vague covering note into the body of the message, the nuances of which she was certain its recipient would understand.
She’d been careful not to colour the message with too much detail, content to let the dossier do most of the talking. She knew question
