The office door slammed behind him.
Celeste stood frozen by the open safe, the “Project Callisto” file still in her hands. Damien's cold voice echoed in her head: "You said no more lies."
She wanted to scream. To chase after him. To explain.
But what would she say?
That she was scared? That she didn’t know who to trust anymore?
She pressed her hand in opposition to her chest. Her coronary heart thudded painfully.
Celeste shoved the report again into the safe and closed it, her arms shaking. She had crossed a line. Perhaps there has been no going again.
A vibration from her cellphone pulled her out of the spiral.
It was another unknown number. Same as the one that sent her the doll.
UNKNOWN: “Meet me. Rooftop. 10 minutes. “No, Damien.”
Her fingers tightened around the phone.
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