“You understand,” Anya remarked, tapping the screen with a perfectly manicured nail, “we're sitting on a powder keg. The type that doesn’t just ignite—it annihilates.”
Sienna gazed at the decrypted document. The names listed resembled a roster of corruption: officials from the government, tech tycoons, military figures. And right in the center was a name she never anticipated.
Trevor Lane.
Her former partner wasn’t merely a pawn in this sordid game—he was drawing a paycheck.
Jack swore under his breath. “That arrogant jerk was being paid to keep you preoccupied.”
“While Kaylee got closer to the data,” Anya added, her eyes sparkling with malice. “He manipulated you from the beginning.”
Sienna’s hands clenched into fists. Her stomach churned—not solely from betrayal but from the nausea
