Flora’s POV
My phone buzzes with a new mail. I glance at the agent sitting across from me, completely immersed in her laptop, her fingers flying across the keyboard. I hesitate for a moment, then unlock my phone and open the message.
It’s a picture.
I narrow my eyes, staring at the familiar face,Mr. Alvaro. One of the men I met at the meeting yesterday.
A second message pops up.
"After tonight’s party, get ready. You’ll be swapping some documents in his office."
My heart pounds in my chest. Swapping documents? What the hell does that mean?
I swallow hard, forcing my expression to remain neutral. I don’t want to raise suspicion. The agent glances at me, her brows furrowing. “You okay?”
I nod quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”
She doesn’t look convinced, but she nods and turns h
