Alina’s pulse roared in her ears as Victor stepped closer, his gun unwavering. The dim light of the office cast eerie shadows across his face, making his smirk even more menacing.
“Hand it over,” he repeated, his voice eerily calm.
Lena’s grip on the flash drive tightened. She made no move to obey.
Alina swallowed hard, her mind racing. They had seconds—seconds to decide whether to comply or fight.
“You don’t want to do this, Victor,” Alina said, keeping her voice steady despite the fear gripping her.
Victor chuckled. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve been waiting for this moment.” He tilted his head. “You thought you could just waltz in here and steal from Adrian?” His eyes flicked to Lena. “That was a mistake.”
Alina’s breath hitched. He knew.
He had been expecting them.
Lena took
