We were Born to Die

Chapter 15

The room was a labyrinth of metal shelves, each one stacked high with files and boxes. "Great," I muttered into the earpiece, frustration evident in my voice. "There are like a thousand files in here. How am I supposed to find the one that you need?"

Enrico's voice cracked through the tiny device nestled in my ear. "It's there. Trust me. Look for the files labelled Mrs. Moretti." With a sigh, I begin to search through the shelves, my finger trailing over the dusty cardboard boxes and worn file folders. Hour after hour passed as I meticulously checked each one, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive file. Finally, just when I was about to lose hope, my finger brushed against a box addressed to the CEO.

"That must be it." I said triumphantly into the earpiece, my heart pounding in my chest. I carefully opened the box, my eyes scanning the contents inside. But instead of finding a traditional file, my hand closed around something cold and metallic. "Are you sure it's a file and not something like a metallic disk thing?" I asked, confusion creeping into my voice.

"That must be it." Enrico replied, his voice tinged with urgency. Before I could react, Zion's voice chimed in, "It's just a cover."

With trembling hands, I pulled the metallic object from the box, my heart racing with anticipation. And then, as if on cue, the shrill sound of an alarm pierced the air, echoing through the silent building. "s**t. s**t. Shit." I muttered under my breath, panic coursing through my veins. I should have known this would happen.

"f**k," Enrico's voice crackled through the earpiece, his tone mirroring my own despair. He knew what this meant-we had been discovered.