I didn't go up.
Walking into the lion's den when the lion has just invited you for dinner is a rookie mistake. Instead, I told the driver to drive. We circled the block twice before heading back to campus, just to make sure Richard hadn't decided to return the favor and tail me.
Back in my apartment, I plugged the flash drive into my laptop. My hands were steady, but my mind was racing. Richard knew. He knew about Sofia. He knew about me. He was steps ahead, playing a game I hadn't even realized had started.
I opened the files.
At first glance, they looked legitimate. Spreadsheets of subsidiary performance, emails between CEOs complaining about Victoria's leadership, projected losses for the next quarter. It was exactly what a mutiny looked like.
But then I looked closer.
I used [Analyze], a low-level skill I'd picked up during the Thorne investigation. It highlighted patterns, inconsistencies.
