Kathryna sat alone on the edge of her bed, her fingers pressed to her temples, confusion spinning inside her skull. In front of her, on the bed, lay the two folders.
The one Felix had tossed at her back at the conference room and the one from her own briefcase, which she had compiled herself and planned to destroy by burning after the meeting.
The baffling part was that both folders were exactly the same. The color and the content were the same.
Her throat tightened as she stared at them.
How had Aidan gotten hold of the same material she had compiled herself after Jude, the PI she assigned the task to, delivered them to her?
She had been so careful. Every document had been obtained at risk, every page smuggled with the precision of a thief. The folder was her lifeline and her weapon, and now, seeing it duplicated, it felt like a noose tightening around her neck.
