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number appear on the screen. She hesitated for a moment before answering, a

ice was tense, alm

from the other end of the line, startling her. The tone was dry, anonymous, as if t

running down her neck. " Who are

u details. If you want to know how dangerous it is, you'll have to do some d

ieve what she had just heard. A warning. For the first time in weeks, the feeling of being in danger, of b

d her, her smile too perfect, her gestures calculated, and every time she approached

job, taking care of some important tasks. But little by little, she noticed that Isabella's s

in her hand, leaning over Ethan's shoulder, almost glued to him.

cold, calculating. But this time, Luna couldn't ignore the heat she saw in his eyes. And Isabe

her fists, he

n her lips, as if she had noticed Luna's

y, forcing a smile. "No, t

e Ethan would tell you it's necessary," Isa

ut she didn't have the courage to r

ood up, determined. The USB drive, hidden in Ethan's desk drawer, was waiting. She had seen it before, several times, but she h

e couldn't go back. She scrolled through the files, each more coded and more enigmatic than the last. Contracts, grades,

papers, a note caught his attention: *Confidentiality Project – Increased Risk*. She read it

ed into the pile. Isabella's name appeared often. The tone was famil

g. If we act quickly, there will be no turning back. The

message like that, written so coldly that she wonder

nting. This time there was no more doubt. Isabella was not just a

mind. Not yet. He looked at her strangely, as if he had noticed something in he

ied," he observed, sh

ation today," Luna replied, h

ring the warning. "I'm tired, Lun

closer to the point of no return. She couldn't prete

e, Ethan, you can't get away with it. Everything I know, eve

spark of challenge in his eyes.

secrets than she had ever imagined. And Isabella... she wasn't just a professional menace