Crossroads
263 Words
Lena could still hear the faint hum of encrypted data transfers as she stepped out of the abandoned building. The city was alive around her, neon lights flickering against the wet pavement, but in her mind, everything was shifting. She had the information now—the kind that could tear everything apart.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: You’re in deep. Don’t make me clean up your mess.
She exhaled sharply. Ethan. He was watching her, always two steps ahead. But this time, she wasn’t playing by his rules.
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Ethan sat in his penthouse, the skyline stretching out behind him. Xavier stood by the window, arms crossed.
“She’s reckless,” Xavier muttered. “If she makes the wrong move—”
“She won’t,” Ethan cut in. His eyes were locked on his laptop screen, the live feed showing Lena disappearing into a side alley. “She’s too smart for that.”
Xavier scoffed. “That’s not what worries you, is it?”
Ethan clenched his jaw. No, it wasn’t. What worried him was the sinking feeling that, for the first time, Lena might not need him at all.
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Lena’s grip tightened on the flash drive in her pocket. If the broker was right, Steele wasn’t the biggest player in this game. There were others—ones who operated in the dark, unseen, untouchable.
And if she wanted to survive, she had to outmaneuver them all.
She made her choice.
A single message typed and sent.
Lena: Let’s talk.
The reply came instantly.
Unknown: I was hoping you’d say that.
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