(Alina)
I sat on my bed with the flash drive in my hand after Damian left. It was small. Just a piece of plastic and metal. But it felt a bit too heavy. Like it carried more than just data.
I stared at it for a while.
Then I picked up the laptop. It was already charged. Of course, it was. He always thought of everything.
I opened it and plugged the flash drive in. The screen blinked, and a folder popped up.
It was labeled: "FOR ALINA"
I clicked it.
There were more folders inside. One was called "Jason," another "Chelsea," and a third just said "Bank." I hesitated. Then I opened the one labeled "Jason" first.
It was full of videos. All with different dates. I clicked on the first one.
The footage was from inside an office. His office. I recognized it.
Jason sat at his desk, talkin
