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ladies washroom was only broken by her penlight. She put it in her mouth while she shoved her book into her large tote. She’d been sitting in this toilet stall since five. She checked her watch. Just past eleven at night.
Her muscles protested when she stood up and opened the door. She spent a few minutes stretching before shucking her jacket and skirt. Underneath, she wore black leggings rolled up past her thighs, which she proceeded to pull down to cover her legs. On top she had a black, long-sleeved stretch tee. She swapped out her heels for a pair of black-on-black sneakers. A black ski mask completed her breaking-and-entering ensemble.
This floor had no security cameras, so no one could track her. She zipped her tote and left the bathroom, heart pounding.
Five years ago, she’d sworn to never break the law again. To never again travel that slippery slope that had led her straight to Vladimir. But that had been before Tassia had gone missing. And besides, it wasn’t as if she was stealing anything. Dani didn’t really consider hacking against the law, unless you did something illegal with the information. And tonight she only wanted a peek at Volga’s information. The breaking-and-entering part was a necessary evil, so she could be inside the company’s firewall.
She’d thought for sure she’d have to abandon her plan when Jake had entered the cafe. But he’d left without harassing her about what she was doing. His smile when he’d tried her poutine had softened his harsh edges and relaxed him. She wanted to see him smile again. Her cheeks heated. He wouldn’t smile if he could see her now. Mr. Straight-and-Narrow would definitely not approve of what she was doing.
Had he been right? Should she ask someone at E.D.G.E. to help her?
No, she couldn’t. She didn’t have any real friends there except for Chuck, and he didn’t think there was an issue. And even if he did, he’d want to do things by the book, which her gut said would take too long for Tass. Dani had only herself, no matter what Jake said.
Her doubts added to her tension, tightening muscles and occupying her thoughts. She needed complete focus and she couldn’t let Jake, his smile, or his biceps take up any more of her time.
She went to the stairs and crept up them, her penlight flashing over the concrete walls. The silence made her breathing seem louder and harsher than it was. At the fourth floor, she listened carefully before cracking the door open.
Silence and darkness. She pulled out the keycard she’d swiped from the receptionist earlier when she’d purposely knocked her purse over in front of the building. She was a little rusty at picking pockets, but the woman hadn’t suspected anything.
She passed it over the card reader beside the office entrance. The click of the door unlatching sounded like a gunshot in the quiet. She slipped inside and trotted down the dark hall, keeping her penlight pointed at the floor as she read the names off the small plaques beside each office door.
Boris Gromov, VP of Marketing. And beside that one was Ivan Gromov’s office. Apparently he was VP of Sales. They must have laughed at those titles. What was going on? She shivered and kept moving.
The next nameplate stated Vladimir Levkov, VP of Business Development. She panted as if running up a hill and focused on controlling her breathing.
If the Public Prosecutor was investigating the company for something, then Levkov’s involvement with Tassia looked seriously suspicious. Even though Tassia couldn’t have known that Vadim was really Vladimir, and connected to the company she investigated.
But then, if Levkov was who Dani thought he was, Tassia would have had a hard time resisting his charms. Dani prayed she was wrong.
Inside Levkov’s office, Dani made sure to shut the blinds so her penlight wouldn’t be seen from outside. She didn’t turn on the lights—she didn’t need to. The light from his computer monitor revealed his office
Her muscles protested when she stood up and opened the door. She spent a few minutes stretching before shucking her jacket and skirt. Underneath, she wore black leggings rolled up past her thighs, which she proceeded to pull down to cover her legs. On top she had a black, long-sleeved stretch tee. She swapped out her heels for a pair of black-on-black sneakers. A black ski mask completed her breaking-and-entering ensemble.
This floor had no security cameras, so no one could track her. She zipped her tote and left the bathroom, heart pounding.
Five years ago, she’d sworn to never break the law again. To never again travel that slippery slope that had led her straight to Vladimir. But that had been before Tassia had gone missing. And besides, it wasn’t as if she was stealing anything. Dani didn’t really consider hacking against the law, unless you did something illegal with the information. And tonight she only wanted a peek at Volga’s information. The breaking-and-entering part was a necessary evil, so she could be inside the company’s firewall.
She’d thought for sure she’d have to abandon her plan when Jake had entered the cafe. But he’d left without harassing her about what she was doing. His smile when he’d tried her poutine had softened his harsh edges and relaxed him. She wanted to see him smile again. Her cheeks heated. He wouldn’t smile if he could see her now. Mr. Straight-and-Narrow would definitely not approve of what she was doing.
Had he been right? Should she ask someone at E.D.G.E. to help her?
No, she couldn’t. She didn’t have any real friends there except for Chuck, and he didn’t think there was an issue. And even if he did, he’d want to do things by the book, which her gut said would take too long for Tass. Dani had only herself, no matter what Jake said.
Her doubts added to her tension, tightening muscles and occupying her thoughts. She needed complete focus and she couldn’t let Jake, his smile, or his biceps take up any more of her time.
She went to the stairs and crept up them, her penlight flashing over the concrete walls. The silence made her breathing seem louder and harsher than it was. At the fourth floor, she listened carefully before cracking the door open.
Silence and darkness. She pulled out the keycard she’d swiped from the receptionist earlier when she’d purposely knocked her purse over in front of the building. She was a little rusty at picking pockets, but the woman hadn’t suspected anything.
She passed it over the card reader beside the office entrance. The click of the door unlatching sounded like a gunshot in the quiet. She slipped inside and trotted down the dark hall, keeping her penlight pointed at the floor as she read the names off the small plaques beside each office door.
Boris Gromov, VP of Marketing. And beside that one was Ivan Gromov’s office. Apparently he was VP of Sales. They must have laughed at those titles. What was going on? She shivered and kept moving.
The next nameplate stated Vladimir Levkov, VP of Business Development. She panted as if running up a hill and focused on controlling her breathing.
If the Public Prosecutor was investigating the company for something, then Levkov’s involvement with Tassia looked seriously suspicious. Even though Tassia couldn’t have known that Vadim was really Vladimir, and connected to the company she investigated.
But then, if Levkov was who Dani thought he was, Tassia would have had a hard time resisting his charms. Dani prayed she was wrong.
Inside Levkov’s office, Dani made sure to shut the blinds so her penlight wouldn’t be seen from outside. She didn’t turn on the lights—she didn’t need to. The light from his computer monitor revealed his office
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