Emily Carter hated early mornings, but today she woke up half an hour before her alarm. The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting whimsical patterns on the wall. The thirty-year-old woman stretched in bed and smiled—in a few hours, she would be flying toward her dream.
Two weeks on the shores of the Caribbean Sea. Two weeks away from the office, reports, and endless meetings. Two weeks with the one she loved more than life itself.
Her suitcase was packed the night before. Emily got out of bed and walked to the mirror. Her brown eyes looked back at her with a playful sparkle.
Long chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves. A light tan from the salon in anticipation of the vacation made her even more attractive. You did it, Emily.
Now you deserve a little happiness, she whispered to her reflection. The phone on the nightstand vibrated. A message from Michael.
Good morning, darling. See you at the airport. Check-in at 10:30.
Can’t wait until we’re alone. Emily smiled. Every message from him made her heart beat faster.
Michael Thompson. Husband of her boss, Victoria. The man with whom she planned to spend her dream vacation.
Their affair started six months ago at a company party. Victoria was away on a business trip, and Michael came to the event alone. Tall, with piercing gray eyes and a charming smile, he immediately caught Emily’s attention.
She never thought she could fall for a married man. Especially her boss’s husband. But after a few glasses of champagne, they started talking, and Emily saw in him a kindred spirit, someone who truly understood her.
«I’m unhappy with her,» Michael confessed then. «We’ve been living like roommates for years.» Victoria thinks only about work, about her career.
«She doesn’t care about me. From that evening, everything spiraled.» Secret meetings after work, messages they deleted immediately, calls from work phones to leave no traces.
Emily knew she was doing wrong. At Apex Commerce Inc., where she had worked as a financial analyst for five years, Victoria Hayes was the CEO, her direct supervisor. Authoritative, ambitious, always impeccably dressed, the woman inspired awe in her subordinates.
No one dared contradict her or question her decisions. But love proved stronger than fear. When Michael suggested they go away together for two weeks to the Bahamas, Emily agreed without hesitation.
They had planned everything. Victoria was heading to an international conference in Tokyo. Two weeks of freedom.
Two weeks when they could stop hiding and not fear being exposed. Emily took a shower, put on a light summer dress, and applied makeup. For jewelry—only silver earrings, a birthday gift from Michael…
Glancing at the clock, she realized it was time to leave. The taxi was already waiting outside. The drive to the airport took almost an hour.
Traffic during morning rush hour was typical for the big city. But even that couldn’t spoil Emily’s mood. She felt happier and freer than ever.
The airport was noisy and crowded. Emily found the right check-in counter and stopped, looking around for Michael. He wasn’t there yet.
She checked the time: 10:20. They still had time. The phone vibrated again.
This time, a call. «Hello,» Emily answered, expecting to hear Michael’s voice. «Emily Carter?» Came an unfamiliar woman’s voice on the line.
«This is Olivia from Victoria’s reception.» Emily tensed. «Not now.
Not a work call right before vacation. Yes, I’m listening. Victoria asked me to tell you that errors were found in the annual report.
She wants you to stay and check all the numbers again before you go on vacation. But… My flight is in three hours,» Emily said, confused. «I’m already at the airport.
Victoria said it’s very urgent. She’s counting on you.» Emily felt her insides tighten.
«It was so like Victoria to put work above everything and demand the same from subordinates. Tell Victoria that I can’t come back. I have a paid tour, and I’ve already checked in for the flight.
That was a lie.» Emily hadn’t checked in yet, but she couldn’t let work ruin her plans. «Okay, I’ll pass it on,» the secretary replied dryly and hung up.
Emily took a deep breath, trying to calm down. «Nothing will spoil her vacation. Not work, not Victoria.
She deserved this.» The phone rang again. «This time Michael.
Hi, she tried to make her voice sound cheerful and relaxed. Emily, we have a problem, Michael’s voice sounded tense.» Victoria suddenly canceled her trip to Tokyo.
She says she found some discrepancies in the reports and wants to handle it personally. Emily felt the ground slip away. «What do you mean?» «She canceled the trip.»
«She’s in the office?» «Yes, she’s there now.» «Emily, I think she suspects something.» She was asking strange questions about my plans for these two weeks.
«And what did you tell her?» «That I was going fishing with friends.» But she looked like she didn’t believe me. Emily closed her eyes.
Everything was crumbling. Their perfect plan—their long-awaited vacation. «What do we do?» «I don’t know.»
Despair was evident in Michael’s voice. «Maybe we should postpone the trip?» Emily felt a stab of disappointment. «We’ve waited so long for this, Michael.»
«Are we really going to back out at the last minute?» «Emily, if Victoria finds out about us…» «I just can’t risk it right now.» «A divorce from her would ruin me financially.» Emily was silent.
She knew Victoria was a very wealthy woman. Most of their joint property was in her name. Michael had often said he wanted to leave his wife but feared ending up with nothing.
«Okay,» Emily finally said. «But what about me?» «I’m already here, at the airport.» «Wait for me,» Michael replied.
«I’ll come, and we’ll discuss everything.» «When?» «In an hour.» «Maximum an hour and a half.»
«Right now, I have to meet with Victoria to avoid suspicion.» «Okay, I’ll wait,» Emily sighed and hung up. She was left alone in the middle of the noisy airport with her suitcase and shattered hopes.
Emily moved aside, found a free spot by the window, and sat down, watching planes take off. Each one carried someone’s dreams and plans. Her plane was supposed to depart in three hours, but now she wasn’t sure she’d be on board.
Half an hour passed, but Michael didn’t call back. Emily checked her phone several times, fearing she missed a call or message. Nothing.
She started to get nervous. What if Victoria really suspected something? What if their secret was out? Emily was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice a young woman stop next to her. She was dressed in a bright colorful skirt and a blouse with embroidery.
Dark curly hair was tied in a high bun, and around her neck hung many gold chains with coins. A beautiful girl sitting alone and looking sad. The stranger asked with a slight accent.
Emily looked up. Before her stood a young fortune teller. In airports, you could often encounter such people offering to read fortunes or just begging for money.
I’m waiting for a friend. Emily replied dryly, hoping the woman would leave. A friend? The fortune teller smiled, showing even white teeth.
Or a lover? Emily flinched. How could this woman guess? Excuse me, but I don’t… Don’t want to talk? The fortune teller interrupted her. I understand.
You have a secret. A big secret. She sat down next to Emily without asking permission.
Listen to me, beautiful. I see trouble in your eyes. Emily wanted to get up and leave, but something in the fortune teller’s words made her stay.
What trouble? The fortune teller took her hand. Her fingers were warm and dry. You’re flying with another woman’s husband, she said quietly.
You think you love him, but he’s leading you into a trap. Emily sharply pulled her hand away. Who are you? Who sent you? The fortune teller shook her head.
No one, beautiful. I just see what others don’t notice. And I see danger.
What danger? Despite her skepticism, Emily felt a chill run down her spine. Return your ticket, the fortune teller said firmly. Go back to work and look in your office.
There you’ll find answers. Emily felt a lump in her throat. Who are you? How do you know about my work? The fortune teller smiled mysteriously…
I know a lot, beautiful. But that’s not important now. What’s important is that you must return.
Otherwise, it will be too late. She stood up and, without another word, disappeared into the crowd. Emily remained sitting, stunned by this strange encounter.
How could the fortune teller know about her and Michael? And what danger awaited her? The phone vibrated. A message from Michael. Can’t come.
Victoria won’t let me go. Seems she really suspects something. Let’s postpone the trip.
Sorry, darling. Emily reread the message several times, not believing her eyes. Everything was falling apart.
The whole plan, all hopes. And then she remembered the fortune teller’s words. Return your ticket.
Go back to work and look in your office. Could it be that there was really something in the office she needed to know? What if Victoria didn’t just suspect but knew about her and Michael? Emily took a deep breath and made a decision. She stood up, grabbed her suitcase, and headed to the airport exit.
She could return the ticket through the app, but right now, the main thing was to find out what was going on. Catching a taxi, Emily gave the address of the business center where Apex Commerce Inc.’s office was located. The whole ride, she couldn’t shake the anxious feeling.
The fortune teller’s words echoed in her head like a warning, like a prophecy. When the taxi pulled up to the familiar building, Emily hesitated for a second. Maybe this was all nonsense? Maybe she shouldn’t believe a random fortune teller at the airport? But her intuition told her she was doing the right thing.
The security guard at the entrance raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw Emily with her suitcase. Emily Carter? Aren’t you on vacation? Forgot some documents, she lied. Need to pick them up.
Oh, okay, the guard nodded. Go ahead. Emily took the elevator to the 12th floor, where her office was.
The office was quiet—Friday, many left early. She hoped not to run into Victoria. Explaining her sudden appearance in the office with a suitcase would be too complicated.
The door to her office was closed. Emily took out her key, opened the door, and froze on the threshold. At first glance, everything looked normal.
Desk by the window, computer, stack of papers she hadn’t sorted before vacation. But something was off. She felt it.
Carefully entering the office and closing the door behind her, Emily looked around more closely. And then she noticed it. On the ceiling, in the corner, almost invisible among the ventilation elements—a camera.
Small, black, pointed right at her workspace. Emily’s heart beat faster. Why was a camera installed in her office? And when did this happen? She approached the desk and turned on the computer.
While the system booted, Emily continued inspecting the office. Under the desk, she found a small device taped on. It was a bug, a listening device.
Oh my God, Emily murmured, feeling a shiver run through her body. Someone was watching her. Recording every word, every movement.
The computer booted, prompting for a password. Emily entered it with trembling fingers, but the system showed an error. Incorrect password.
She tried again, carefully checking each letter. Same result. Someone changed my password, Emily realized.
She felt panic rising in her throat. What’s going on? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Victoria Hayes stood in the doorway.
Tall, slender, with perfect hair and makeup, in a strict designer suit, she looked impeccable as always. But in her eyes, Emily saw something new. Something cold and dangerous.
Emily? Victoria’s voice sounded surprised, but Emily noticed the falseness in that surprise. What a surprise? I thought you were already on the plane. Emily felt her cheeks flush.
She didn’t know what to say. I. I had to come back. Problems with documents.
Is that so? Victoria entered the office and closed the door behind her. And I thought it was because of my husband. Emily froze.
Victoria knew. All this time, she knew. I don’t understand what you’re talking about, she tried to maintain composure.
Victoria laughed, but there was no hint of amusement in her laughter. Come on, Emily. I know everything.
About your affair with Michael, about your planned trip to the Bahamas. About all your meetings and conversations. She pointed to the camera in the corner.
Do you think I’m such a fool that I wouldn’t notice my own husband having an affair with my subordinate? I’ve been watching you for months. Every step, every word.
Emily felt the ground slip away again. All this time, they were in the palm of her hand. Everything she and Michael thought was their secret was actually known to Victoria.
Why? Was all Emily could squeeze out. Why? Victoria stepped closer. You’re asking why I spied on the woman sleeping with my husband.
No, Emily shook her head. Why did you let it continue? Why didn’t you fire me right away? Why didn’t you confront Michael? A strange smile appeared on Victoria’s face. Because I wanted you to go further.
I wanted you to feel safe, to believe in your cleverness. And then? She made a dramatic pause. Then I wanted to destroy you both.
Emily was numb. She opened her mouth to say something but couldn’t utter a word. You know what’s most interesting? Victoria continued, pacing the office.
You’re not the first. Michael has had flings with my employees before. But you turned out to be the most.
Persistent. Emily felt her insides clench. Michael never mentioned other women.
He assured her he’d never cheated on his wife before, that their love was special. I don’t believe it, she whispered. Of course you don’t, Victoria smirked.
None of you believe until you face the truth. Do you think you’re special to him? The only one? The one for whom he’ll leave me and start a new life? Emily was silent. That’s exactly what she thought.
That’s what she hoped for. Poor naive girl, Victoria shook her head. Michael will never leave me.
You know why? Because he’s a coward and because without me, he’s nothing. She approached Emily’s desk and sat on the edge. I made him.
When we met, he was nobody—a simple sales manager with a pitiful salary. I gave him connections, money, status. And he knows it well.
Emily felt nausea rising in her throat. Was everything Michael told her a lie? Were all his promises, all plans for the future just a way to get her into bed? If you knew everything, Emily said slowly, why didn’t you just fire me? Why install cameras and bugs in my office? Victoria smiled, and that smile sent a chill down Emily’s spine. Because it’s not just about your fling with my husband.
There’s something more important. She stood up and walked to the window, looking at the city below. Apex Commerce Inc. isn’t just a company, Emily.
It’s my life. I built it from scratch, turned it into a market leader. And I won’t let anyone threaten what I’ve created.
Even if that someone is my own husband. Emily frowned, not understanding where Victoria was going. I didn’t threaten your company.
I just fell in love with your husband. Victoria interrupted her. Maybe.
But you also got access to financial documents you shouldn’t have seen. Emily remembered how a few months ago Michael asked her to check some reports. He said Victoria was too busy and assigned it to him.
But he doesn’t understand finances. Emily didn’t think much of it then—after all, he was the director’s husband and had the right to request such documents.
«Those reports?» she asked. But there was nothing special there. Ordinary financial summaries.
Not quite, Victoria turned to her. «You didn’t notice the discrepancies? Numbers that don’t add up?» Emily tried to recall. The reports were voluminous, dozens of pages with tables and charts.
She skimmed them, not delving into details. «No, I…» «It seemed everything was fine. Luckily for me,» Victoria nodded.
Otherwise, we’d be having a very different conversation. She approached Emily closely. «Listen to me carefully.
You’re going to pack your things and leave. Forever. I won’t sue you for stealing commercial information.
I won’t ruin your reputation by telling everyone how you slept with your boss’s husband. I’ll just let you disappear from my life.» Emily felt a wave of anger rising inside her.
All these threats—all this intimidation. She didn’t deserve such treatment. «And if I don’t leave?» she asked quietly.
«If I decide to stay and fight?» Victoria laughed, but her eyes remained cold. «Fight? With whom? With me?» «You have no chance, Emily. I’ll crush you like a bug.»
She pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed Emily the screen. It was a video. Of Emily and Michael kissing in her office.
«I have hundreds of such recordings,» Victoria said. «Every meeting, every conversation. I can destroy you both if I want.»
Emily stared at the screen, unable to look away. They really were in the palm of her hand all this time. «What about Michael?» she asked.
«Will you kick him out of your life too?» «Michael?» Victoria put away the phone. «No, I’ll handle him differently. He’ll stay with me.
Because without me, he’s nothing.» She headed to the door but stopped at the threshold. «You have an hour to pack your things and leave the office.
After that, security will be instructed not to let you into the building. And yes, don’t try to contact Michael. He won’t answer your calls anymore.»
Victoria left, leaving Emily alone in the office turned into a surveillance center. Emily sank into the chair, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. Everything collapsed…
Her career, her relationship, her hopes for the future—all turned to dust. She took out her phone and dialed Michael’s number. It rang, but he didn’t answer.
After the fifth ring, voicemail kicked in. Emily didn’t leave a message. What could she say? That Victoria knows everything? That their plans are ruined? That perhaps everything between them was just another amusement for him? Her gaze fell on the computer.
The password was changed, but maybe she could access the system another way. Emily had worked in IT before becoming a financial analyst and remembered some old skills. She took a flash drive from her purse, which she always carried just in case.
Inserting it into the USB port, Emily ran the recovery program. In a few minutes, she gained access to her computer, bypassing the standard authentication system. «At least that works,» Emily thought, looking at the desktop.
She opened her email, but found most messages deleted. It seemed Victoria or someone on her orders had already cleaned her account. Emily checked the network drives, the financial reports she’d worked on in recent months.
Everything looked normal, but Victoria’s words haunted her. «You didn’t notice the discrepancies? Numbers that don’t add up? What was she talking about?» Emily opened the folder with the reports Michael had shown her. She began carefully checking every number, every formula in the tables.
And then she saw it. Minor discrepancies in amounts. Write-offs not properly documented.
Funds transferred to accounts of companies not on the official supplier list. «Oh my God!» Emily whispered. This is financial fraud, a voice said behind her.
Emily turned sharply. Michael stood in the doorway. He looked exhausted, his tie loosened, despair on his face.
«Michael? What’s going on?» Emily stood up, unsure whether to be glad or afraid of his appearance. He entered the office and closed the door behind him. «Victoria is laundering money through the company,» he said quietly, approaching Emily.
For several years now. I found out by accident six months ago. Emily felt blood pounding in her temples.
«And you didn’t report it to the police? Didn’t go to the IRS?» Michael smiled bitterly. «With what evidence?» «Everything is set up so the trails lead to me. I’m listed as director of several shell companies.
My signature is on most documents. Victoria arranged everything perfectly—if it comes out, I’ll be the one to answer.» Emily looked at Michael, unable to believe what she heard.
It was all much more complicated and scarier than she initially thought. That’s why you asked me to check those reports. She asked.
You wanted me to discover the fraud? Michael nodded. I hoped your fresh eyes would spot what I missed. Some evidence pointing to Victoria, not me.
But you apparently didn’t see anything suspicious. I wasn’t looking, Emily admitted quietly. I just glanced at the overall numbers, without details.
Michael sighed heavily and sat in the chair opposite her. How long has she known about us? Emily asked, glancing at the camera in the corner. From the beginning, Michael replied.
She set it up. She wanted me to start an affair with you. Emily felt nausea rising in her throat.
What? You mean all this was her plan? Michael nodded. Victoria knew you worked in IT before, that you have skills that could be useful. She deliberately appointed you as financial analyst, gave you access to reports.
Then she instructed me to get close to you. Emily stared at him, not believing her ears. You used me? All this time, you were just following her orders? No.
Michael leaned forward. Yes, initially it was her plan. But then… Then I really fell in love with you, Emily.
I swear. Everything between us is real. Emily shook her head, feeling tears welling up.
How can I believe you now? After everything I’ve learned… Michael reached out, trying to touch her, but Emily pulled away. I understand how you feel, he said quietly. But right now, we need to think about how to get out of this situation.
Victoria is dangerous. She won’t stop until she destroys us both. Why did she even start all this? Emily asked.
Why launder money through the company? Victoria works for people you wouldn’t want to know, Michael replied. Apex Commerce Inc. is the perfect platform for legalizing illegally obtained funds. Large turnover—lots of international contracts, complex financial flows.
Perfect cover. Emily recalled how quickly the company had grown in recent years. How Victoria always found new clients and partners.
How some deals were closed at incredible speed and on surprisingly favorable terms. And what do we do now? she asked. We can’t just leave.
She won’t allow it. I have a plan, Michael replied. But I need your help.
He leaned closer and spoke almost in a whisper. For the last few months, I’ve been collecting evidence. Copies of documents, recordings of conversations, data on bank transfers.
Everything that can link the fraud directly to Victoria, not me. But it’s not enough. I need someone with your skills to access her personal computer.
Her computer? Emily shuddered. That’s impossible. It’s protected better than the Pentagon.
Not quite, Michael smiled. I have her passwords. I peeked when she entered them once.
But there’s two-factor authentication, and I need someone who can bypass it. Emily thought. Technically, it was possible.
She could create a script to intercept the authentication signal and give them temporary access. But the risk was huge. And how do we even get into her office? Emily asked.
She always locks it when she leaves. I have a copy of the key, Michael replied. Victoria doesn’t know about it.
I made it a long time ago, just in case. He looked at his watch. Victoria is at a meeting with investors right now.
She’ll be there for at least two hours. This is our chance. Emily hesitated.
It all sounded like a crazy plan from a crime movie. Hacking someone’s computer, stealing confidential information. If caught, prison was inevitable.
And then? she asked. Suppose we get the evidence. What next? We’ll turn it over to the authorities and the IRS, Michael replied.
Anonymously, of course. Let them deal with Victoria and her backers. And us? He took Emily’s hand.
We can start a new life. Together. As we planned.
Emily looked at him, unsure whether to believe his words. After everything she’d learned, trusting Michael was hard. But she had no choice.
Victoria had essentially fired her. And without a job and references, finding a new position would be tough. Besides, if they didn’t stop the fraud, who knows how it would end.
«Okay,» she finally said. «I’ll help you. But then we’ll part ways.
Forever.» Pain flashed in Michael’s eyes, but he nodded. «I understand.
You have every right to hate me after everything that’s happened. But right now, we need to act together. They worked out the plan.
Emily would create a program to bypass the two-factor authentication on Victoria’s computer. Michael would get her into the director’s office and keep watch so no one disturbed them. They’d copy all necessary files and leave unnoticed.
Emily opened her laptop and started writing the code. Her fingers flew over the keyboard. Despite years as a financial analyst, she hadn’t forgotten her programming skills.
«Done,» she said after half an hour, closing the laptop. «Now we just need to connect this to her computer and run it.» Michael nodded.
«Then let’s go.» The sooner we start, the better our chances before Victoria returns. They left Emily’s office and headed to the elevator.
The office was almost empty, only a few employees lingered on this Friday. No one paid attention to Emily and Michael walking down the hallway. Victoria’s office was on the floor above.
A huge room with panoramic windows overlooking the city. Michael took out the key and opened the door. Hurry, he whispered, letting Emily in first.
Victoria’s office looked like a design magazine cover. Minimalist furniture, modern art paintings on the walls, fresh flowers in vases. And not a single stray paper on the perfectly clean desk.
Emily approached the computer and turned it on. While the system loaded, she looked around for cameras. If Victoria installed surveillance in Emily’s office, surely there was something here too.
«Don’t worry,» Michael said, as if reading her thoughts. «No cameras here.» Victoria is too paranoid to let anyone watch her.
The computer loaded, prompting for a password. Michael leaned in and entered the combination of characters. The system accepted the password, but immediately requested a code from the two-factor authentication app.
«Your turn,» Michael said, stepping back. Emily took out the flash drive, connected it to the computer, and ran her program. The screen flickered for a second, then the system skipped the two-factor step and loaded the desktop.
«You’re a genius,» Michael smiled. «I just know how this security works,» Emily replied, not taking her eyes off the screen. «We have little time.»
«What exactly are we looking for?» «Documents on offshore companies.» «Anything related to international transfers.» «And Victoria’s personal correspondence with people from the list I’ll give you.»
He pulled a folded sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it to Emily. It was a list of names and companies, most of which she’d never heard of. Emily started the search.
She opened folder after folder, scanned files, copied anything that seemed important to the external drive Michael gave her. «Look,» she said, opening another document. «This is an agreement with some company in the Cayman Islands.
They supposedly provide consulting services, but the amounts. They’re huge. Michael came over and looked over her shoulder.
Exactly what we need. This is one of the main money-laundering schemes. Money goes offshore as payment for services, then returns through other companies as clean income.
Emily continued copying files. The more she found, the clearer the picture became. Apex Commerce Inc. was indeed used as a cover for large-scale financial fraud.
Millions of dollars passed through the company, settling in offshore accounts and returning through a complex system of transactions. This is insane, Emily whispered. How could she organize all this? «Victoria didn’t come up with it herself,» Michael replied.
Behind her are very influential people. Politicians, businessmen, possibly even criminal figures. She’s just the executor, though she gets her share.
Emily suddenly noticed a folder with an unusual name «Project Phoenix.» She opened it and found documents that looked even more suspicious. «What’s this?» she asked, showing Michael the screen.
He leaned in, scanning the files, and his face changed. «Oh my God,» he whispered, «this is worse than I thought.» She’s planning to liquidate the company.
Withdraw all assets, bankrupt Apex Commerce Inc., and disappear. When? Emily asked, feeling a chill inside. Michael opened one of the documents.
Judging by this timeline, in two weeks. Everything is ready. Money will be withdrawn through shell firms, documents forged, and the blame for bankruptcy is planned to be pinned on… He trailed off on me.
Emily couldn’t believe what she heard. That’s why she reacted so calmly to our affair. That’s why no scandal.
She used it as another piece of evidence against you. Michael nodded. Probably.
Imagine, the CEO’s husband, having an affair with an employee, suddenly involved in financial fraud and company bankruptcy. Perfect scapegoat. He looked at Emily.
You’re on that list too. They plan to accuse us both. Your signature is on several key documents related to financial reports.
Emily recalled all the papers she’d signed in recent months. She never read them too carefully, trusting Victoria and the legal department. We need to copy all this, she said decisively.
And find her correspondence too. If she discussed these plans with someone, it’ll be direct evidence. They continued the search.
Michael found a folder with Victoria’s personal correspondence and started scanning emails, while Emily studied the financial documents. «Here,» he suddenly said. «Correspondence with some Alex Sidorov.
He mentions Project Phoenix and discusses details of asset withdrawal. And here it directly says how to pin it all on me and you.» Emily looked at the screen…
The emails were a goldmine. In them, Victoria openly discussed the plan to bankrupt the company and withdraw funds. Specific amounts, accounts, dates were mentioned.
«This is what we need,» Emily said. «With this evidence, we can go to the police.» Michael shook his head.
«Not so fast.» «We don’t know how influential the people Victoria is connected to are. If there are any in law enforcement, our report might just disappear, and we’ll be in even greater danger.
What do we do then?» Emily asked. «I have an acquaintance who’s a journalist,» Michael replied. «He does investigations into corruption schemes.
If we give him copies of all the documents, he can make a story that’s impossible to ignore.» Emily nodded. It sounded reasonable.
Public exposure was safer than a quiet report to the police. «Then copy everything and let’s get out of here,» she said, inserting the external drive into the computer. They started copying all the found documents.
The process took a few minutes, but each second felt like an eternity. Emily kept glancing at the door, fearing it might open any moment and Victoria would appear on the threshold. «Done,» she finally said, ejecting the drive.
«Now make sure we left no traces.» She closed all open files and folders, restored the desktop to its original state, and shut down the system. «Let’s go,» Michael said, taking her hand.
They left Victoria’s office, and Michael locked the door. The hallway was still empty. They took the elevator down to the floor where Emily’s office was.
«What now?» she asked when they returned to her office. «Now we need to contact the journalist,» Michael replied. «And as soon as possible.»
«But not from here.» «It’s not safe.» Emily nodded.
She looked at the camera in the corner of the office. «Who knows if Victoria is watching us right now.» «I’ll grab my things, and we’ll leave,» she said.
«Are you driving?» «Yes, it’s in the underground parking.» «Good. Give me five minutes.»
Emily quickly gathered her personal items into a bag. Photos from the desk, her favorite mug, a few books. Everything else—computer, documents, office supplies—belonged to the company.
«I’m ready,» she said, slinging the bag over her shoulder and grabbing the handle of the suitcase she’d brought from the airport. They left the office, and Emily locked the door. For the last time.
She knew she wouldn’t return to this office. Regardless of how this story ended, her career at Apex Commerce Inc. was over. They went down to the underground parking and approached Michael’s silver BMW.
He opened the trunk to put Emily’s suitcase in and suddenly froze. «What is it?» Emily asked, noticing how his face changed. Michael slowly looked up.
«We need to get out of here.» «Immediately. Why?» «What’s wrong?» «The trunk is empty,» he said quietly.
«There was supposed to be a bag with things. I was going to drive to the airport with you. Remember?» I had a bag with stuff for the trip.
Emily felt a chill down her spine. «You think?» «Victoria was here,» Michael nodded. «She knows I’m in the building.
Maybe she even knows we were in her office.» At that moment, they heard the sound of the elevator door opening. Turning, they saw Victoria stepping out into the parking lot accompanied by two large men in dark suits.
«Run!» Michael shouted, grabbing Emily’s hand. They dashed toward the parking exit, leaving the suitcase by the car. Emily heard Victoria’s shouts behind them and the heavy footsteps of the pursuers.
Her heart pounded wildly, blood throbbed in her temples. «This way!» Michael pulled her toward the emergency stairs. They burst into the stairwell and started climbing rapidly.
From below came Victoria’s voices, and her companions entered the stairs too. «Why are we going up?» Emily asked, gasping. «We need to get to the street.
They’ll catch us right away there,» Michael replied. Security at the entrance, surveillance cameras. Victoria has probably already alerted them.
They climbed higher and higher, jumping steps. Emily felt her lungs burning from lack of air. Her high-heeled shoes weren’t meant for such a marathon.
«Where are we going?» she asked as they passed the fifteenth floor. «To the roof,» Michael replied. «From there, we can cross to the neighboring building.
Different security, different cameras. We’ll have a chance to escape unnoticed.» They reached the top floor, and Michael pushed the door to the roof.
The evening air hit their faces. The sun was setting, painting the city’s skyscrapers in golden tones. That way, Michael pointed to the edge of the roof, where a narrow walkway connected their building to the adjacent business center.
They ran to the walkway, but suddenly the roof door opened again, and the pursuers appeared. Victoria stayed by the entrance, while the two men charged after them. «Faster!» Michael shouted, pushing Emily toward the walkway.
She stepped onto the narrow metal structure and froze. Below was a fifteen-story drop. One wrong step, and she’d fall to her death.
«I can’t,» Emily whispered, stepping back. «I’m afraid of heights.» Emily, please, desperation in Michael’s voice.
«We have no choice.» «They’re catching up.» He was right.
The men were already twenty meters away and closing the distance fast. Emily took a deep breath and stepped onto the walkway again. Step, another step.
The walkway swayed slightly under her weight. She didn’t look down, only forward, at the opposite roof, which now seemed her only salvation. Michael followed, constantly looking back.
The pursuers reached the walkway but stopped. Apparently, they weren’t eager to risk their lives on the shaky structure either. «Almost there,» Michael encouraged Emily.
Just a little more. They covered the last meters and jumped onto the solid surface of the neighboring building’s roof. Emily felt her legs buckle from the fear she’d endured, but Michael supported her.
«You’re amazing,» he said. «Now we need to go down and get out of here as fast as possible.» They found the stairwell door and descended.
Unlike their office, this business center was almost empty; the workday had long ended. They reached the first floor unimpeded and exited through the side door onto a side street. What now? Emily asked when they were a safe distance from the building.
She still couldn’t believe what had happened. Just this morning, she was heading for her dream vacation, and now she was fleeing pursuit, with evidence of financial crimes in hand. «We need to find a safe place,» Michael replied.
Victoria won’t stop. She has too much at stake. He looked around and flagged a passing taxi.
The car stopped, and they quickly got in. «Where to?» the driver asked. Michael gave an address on the city’s outskirts.
«It’s my friend’s apartment,» he explained to Emily. «He’s abroad right now. We can lay low there for a few days.
No one will find us.» Emily nodded silently. She felt drained.
Too much information, too many shocks for one day. What we learned, she said quietly.
This isn’t just financial fraud, is it? It’s much more serious. Michael looked out the window at the passing city. Yes, he finally replied.
Apex Commerce Inc. is used for laundering money from illegal operations. Maybe even something worse. Victoria is just a link in the chain, but an important one.
And you knew all this time? Reproach in Emily’s voice. Not everything, Michael shook his head. I started suspecting something about a year ago, when I noticed oddities in the company’s financial reports.
But concrete evidence came only six months ago. That’s when. He paused.
That’s when our affair started, Emily finished for him. Victoria instructed you to get close to me so I’d help find evidence, right? Michael nodded, not looking at her. Initially, yes.
It was her plan. But then everything changed. I really fell in love with you, Emily.
And I decided to use the situation to find a way out of all this. To free myself from Victoria and her backers. Emily looked at his profile, unsure whether to believe him.
Her heart said one thing, her mind another. Why didn’t you go to the police right away when you found the first evidence? she asked. I tried, Michael smiled bitterly.
Anonymously contacted an investigator I thought was honest. A week later, he died in a car accident. An accident, as the papers said.
But I realized I was dealing with very dangerous people. And that the direct path wasn’t an option. The taxi stopped at an ordinary high-rise on the city’s edge.
Michael paid the driver, and they got out. «Apartment on the seventh floor,» he said as they entered the lobby. Elevator’s out, we’ll have to walk.
They climbed the stairs and stopped at an ordinary metal door. Michael took a key ring from his pocket, selected one, and opened the lock. The apartment was small but cozy.
Simple furniture, minimal decor, but clean and tidy. «Make yourself at home,» Michael said, locking the door with all the locks. «There should be food in the fridge.»
Alex, my friend, asked me to look after the apartment while he’s away. Emily went into the living room and sat on the couch. Only now did she realize how tired she was.
Physically and emotionally. We need to contact your journalist friend, she said. The sooner we give him the documents, the better.
Michael nodded. I’ll call him right now. But not from this number. Victoria is probably already tracking all calls.
Michael removed the back cover of his phone, took out the SIM card, and broke it in half. Alex should have a spare phone. He always keeps one for emergencies.
He went into the bedroom and started searching the drawers. Emily stayed in the living room, trying to process everything that happened. Her life had turned upside down in one day. This morning, she was a successful financial analyst, preparing for vacation with her loved one.
Now she was a fugitive, holding evidence of serious crimes, with influential and dangerous people behind her, ready to do anything to prevent that evidence from becoming public. Found it. Michael returned to the living room with a simple button phone.
Old model, but it works. And no one can track a call from it. He dialed the number and stepped to the window, speaking quietly, but Emily could still hear the conversation.
Paul? It’s Michael. Yes, I know it’s late. Listen, I have information.
Very serious. No, not over the phone. Tomorrow? Okay, tomorrow at 10 a.m.
That cafe on Main Street? Got it. Yes, I’ll not be alone. Thanks, see you tomorrow…
He ended the call and turned to Emily. Meeting tomorrow morning. Paul is an investigative journalist working for an independent publication.
We’ll give him all the documents, and he’ll make the story. And then? Emily asked. What about us? Michael sat next to her on the couch.
Then we’ll disappear. I have some savings Victoria doesn’t control. We can leave the country, start a new life somewhere they won’t find us.
We? Emily looked at him. You still think we’ll be together after everything that’s happened. Pain flashed in Michael’s eyes.
I understand your feelings, Emily. I deceived you, used you. But my feelings for you are real.
I really love you. Emily shook her head. I don’t know who or what to believe now.
Everything I thought was true turned out to be a lie. My job, our relationship, even my damn vacation. All part of some big game where I was just a pawn.
Michael wanted to say something, but Emily raised her hand, stopping him. Let’s deal with what’s happening first. Give the evidence, ensure our safety.
And then we’ll decide what to do next. Separately or together? He nodded, accepting her decision. You’re right.
Right now, the main thing is to survive and get the truth out. The rest can wait. Emily stood up from the couch.
I want to take a shower and rest a bit. Today was too long a day. Of course, Michael pointed to the door on the right.
Bathroom’s there. I’ll see what I can make for dinner. Emily went into the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against it with her back.
Only now, alone, did she let the tears flow down her cheeks. Everything collapsed. Her career, her relationship, her plans for the future.
All turned to ruins. But somewhere deep inside, hope flickered. Perhaps something new and better would emerge from this chaos.
Perhaps through all these trials, she’d find her true path. Emily washed her face with warm water, wiping away tears and makeup. The mirror reflected a tired face with red eyes.
But in those eyes, there was no longer despair, only determination. «I’ll manage,» she said to her reflection. «Whatever happens next, I’ll manage.»
The next morning started for Emily with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. She opened her eyes and didn’t immediately realize where she was. Unfamiliar room, unfamiliar bed.
Then memory returned—escape, chase, friend’s apartment. Emily sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. She felt broken, despite sleeping almost 10 hours.
Too many emotions, too much stress. She got up and left the bedroom. Michael was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
«Good morning,» he said, seeing Emily. «How did you sleep?» «Not bad, considering the circumstances,» she replied, sitting at the table. «What time is it?» «Eight thirty.»
«We still have time before the meeting with Paul.» Michael placed a cup of coffee and a plate with an omelet in front of her. «Eat, you need strength.»
Emily nodded and started eating. Only now did she realize how hungry she was. Yesterday, she skipped dinner, saying she just wanted to go to bed.
«Do we have a plan?» she asked, sipping coffee. «What will we do after the meeting with the journalist?» Michael sat opposite her with a cup in hand. «I thought about it all night.
We need to disappear for a while. I have contacts abroad who can help. But first, get out of the city unnoticed.
Airports and train stations are probably under surveillance,» Emily noted. «Victoria knows our passport details, can track bookings.» Michael nodded.
«Exactly. So we’ll drive.» «Alex has an old Ford in the garage.
No one will look for us in that car.» Emily pondered. The plan sounded risky, but they had no other options.
«And documents?» she asked. «The external drive with files?» «All with me.» Michael patted his shirt pocket.
«I don’t part with it for a minute.» They finished breakfast and started getting ready. Emily changed into clothes she found in the closet—apparently belonging to Alex’s girlfriend.
The jeans were a bit big, the T-shirt too bright, but she had no choice. Her own clothes, an elegant dress for vacation, wouldn’t suit a fugitive. At nine thirty, they left the apartment.
Michael was tense, constantly looking around. They went down to the underground garage, where the old silver Ford stood. «Here’s our transport,» Michael said, unlocking the door with the key.
«Not a Ferrari, of course, but it’ll do the job.» They got in the car and drove out of the garage. The cafe where the meeting with the journalist was set was across the city.
«Do you think Victoria has reported to the police?» Emily asked, looking out the window at passing buildings. «Unlikely,» Michael replied, focusing on the road. «Too dangerous for her.
The police would start asking questions, digging into information. Most likely, she’ll use her connections to find us unofficially.» Emily shuddered, imagining what unofficial methods Victoria could use.
The people behind her clearly didn’t shy away from any means. They reached the cafe ten minutes before the appointed time. It was a small place in an old neighborhood, far from office centers and tourist routes.
Perfect spot for a secret meeting. «Wait here,» Michael said, parking the car in an alley behind the cafe. «I’ll check if Paul is there.»
He got out of the car and headed to the cafe entrance. Emily stayed sitting, nervously tapping her fingers on her knee. Dozens of thoughts swirled in her head.
What if the meeting with the journalist is a trap? What if Paul works for the same people as Victoria? What if… Her thoughts were interrupted by Michael returning after five minutes. «Paul’s inside,» he said. «All clear, no suspicious people.
Come on, they entered the cafe together.» At this hour, there were few patrons—a couple of elderly men playing chess in the corner, a young woman with a laptop by the window, and a middle-aged man at a table in the back. He raised his hand, greeting Michael.
«This is Paul,» Michael whispered to Emily, and they headed to the table. Paul turned out to be a sturdy man in his forties with attentive gray eyes and early gray in his dark hair. He stood when they approached and shook hands first with Michael, then Emily.
«Nice to meet you,» he said, shaking Emily’s hand. They sat at the table. Paul looked calm, but tension showed in his eyes.
«So,» he said, lowering his voice. Michael mentioned you have serious information. Michael nodded and pulled the external drive from his pocket.
Here is evidence of financial fraud at Apex Commerce Inc. Money laundering, document forgery, preparing for deliberate bankruptcy. Paul whistled.
Serious accusations. «Do you have specific documents confirming this?» «All on it,» Michael replied. Financial reports, management correspondence, details of withdrawal schemes.
«Everything needed for an investigation.» Paul took the drive and hid it in his inner jacket pocket. «I’ll study the materials and get back to you.
If it checks out, we’ll publish the investigation in the coming days.» «We don’t have days,» Emily objected. «They’re hunting us.
And as soon as Victoria realizes we have evidence, she’ll do everything to stop us.» Paul looked at her attentively. «I understand your urgency, but journalistic investigation takes time.
I need to verify all facts, find confirmations from independent sources. Otherwise, the material won’t hold weight. How much time do you need?» Michael asked.
«Minimum two-three days, if the information is as convincing as you say.» Michael and Emily exchanged glances. «Three days is a long time.
Too long, given our situation.» «Okay,» Michael finally said. «Three days.
But no more. And we need a place to wait this out safely.» Paul thought.
«I have a cabin outside the city. Quiet, few neighbors. No one will look for you in such a remote spot.»
«Sounds good,» Michael nodded. «How do we get there?» Paul took out a notebook, wrote the address, and drew a rough map. «It’s a two-hour drive from the city.
Road’s not the best, but you’ll make it by car. Keys under the stone by the porch, second from the right of the steps.» He tore off the sheet and handed it to Michael.
«Be careful.» Michael pocketed the paper. «Thanks, Paul.»
«We’ll wait for your call.» They stood from the table. Paul shook their hands goodbye.
«Good luck,» he said. «And don’t worry. Truth always finds a way.»
They left the cafe and quickly returned to the car. Emily felt a bit calmer after meeting the journalist. At least now they had a plan and a place to hide.
Michael started the car, and they drove onto the road leading out of the city. «Do you think we can trust him?» Emily asked when they hit the highway. Michael focused on the road…
«We have no choice.» But Paul is an honest man. His investigations have led to resignations of officials and criminal cases more than once.
«If anyone can help us, it’s him,» Emily nodded and leaned back in the seat. Ahead was a two-hour drive on an unfamiliar road and three days of waiting in a secluded cabin in the woods. Not the most cheerful prospect, but still better than falling into Victoria’s hands and her backers.
«By the way,» Emily suddenly said, «I’ve been meaning to ask. That fortune teller at the airport. How could she know about us? And that I needed to go back to the office?» Michael frowned.
«What fortune teller?» Emily told him about the strange encounter at the airport. How the young fortune teller approached her, took her hand, and warned of danger. How she advised returning to the office and checking the room.
«If not for her, I’d have boarded the plane and flown away,» Emily concluded. «And never learned about the cameras and bugs in my office.» Michael looked puzzled.
I don’t know who that was or how she could know. Maybe a coincidence? Or he paused? Or what? Or someone wanted you to learn the truth? Someone who knew about Victoria’s plans but couldn’t warn you directly. Emily pondered.
Who could that be? Someone from the office? Someone aware of the fraud but afraid to openly oppose Victoria? In any case, Michael continued, it worked. You returned, found the cameras, and we got evidence of Victoria’s crimes. Maybe it was fate? Emily didn’t believe in fate, but she couldn’t deny that the chain of events leading to this moment was too unpredictable to be mere coincidence.
They continued the drive in silence, each lost in thoughts. Forests and fields flashed by outside, the road becoming narrower and more winding. After two hours, as Paul promised, they reached a small settlement nestled in greenery.
«Seems this is it,» Michael said, checking the drawn map. They turned onto a dirt road, drove a few more kilometers, and stopped at a wooden house surrounded by a high fence. «We’re here,» Michael announced, turning off the engine.
«Our hideout for the next three days.» They got out of the car and approached the gate. The lock was old but sturdy.
Michael opened it with the key they found under the stone, as Paul said. The cabin was more spacious than it looked from outside. Two bedrooms, living room with fireplace, kitchen with stove and modern range.
Old but clean furniture, shelves with books, even a TV, though Michael immediately warned that without satellite, it probably wouldn’t work. «Not bad,» Emily said, looking around. «At least we won’t have to sleep in the car.»
Michael nodded and started checking supplies in the kitchen. Cabinets had canned goods, grains, pasta, tea, and coffee. The fridge was empty—not surprising if Paul hadn’t been here for a while.
«We have enough food for a few days,» he said. «But water we’ll have to get from the well in the yard.» Hope it hasn’t dried up.
Emily went to the window. It overlooked the forest approaching the fence. Quiet, peaceful, safe.
At least it seemed so. «What will we do these three days?» she asked. Michael came and stood next to her.
«Wait.» And hope Paul keeps his word and publishes the investigation as soon as possible, Emily nodded. Waiting was all they had left.
Wait and think about the future, which now looked so uncertain. The three days at Paul’s cabin dragged on agonizingly slow. No internet, no connection to the outside world, no news from the city—time seemed frozen.
Emily spent the days reading books from the shelves or helping Michael with chores. They set up a routine, cooked on the old stove, carried water from the well. Evenings by the fireplace, staring at the fire. They hardly talked about the past; it was too painful.
Instead, they discussed future plans, though both understood how uncertain they were. «If everything goes well,» Michael said, «if Paul’s investigation leads to Victoria’s arrest and her backers, we can return.» Give testimony in court, help the investigation.
And then? Emily asked. What then? Michael shrugged. I don’t know.
Everything will change. Apex Commerce Inc. will probably be closed or reorganized. We’ll have to find new jobs, maybe in another city.
Emily thought about her career. Five years at Apex Commerce Inc., gradual rise from simple analyst to department head. All crossed out in one day, one decision to run off with her boss’s husband.
But did she regret it? Was it worth it? Emily didn’t know. She couldn’t assess the consequences of her actions until it all ended. Until they were safe.
On the third day of their seclusion, Emily woke to the sound of an approaching car. She looked out the window and saw a battered jeep stopping at the gate.
People in uniforms and civilian clothes stood by the porch. Michael. She called.
Police are here. Michael ran from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. Already? He looked at his watch.
Only 8 a.m. Paul said the article would come out in the morning, but I didn’t think the reaction would be so quick. Open up.
Police. The voice came from behind the door again. Michael approached the door.
Who’s there? He asked. FBI. Open the door immediately.
Michael looked at Emily, whispered. Apparently, the article is out. Be ready for questioning.
He opened the door. A man in a strict suit stood on the threshold. Behind him, several officers.
Michael Thompson? The man asked. Yes, that’s me. You’re under arrest on suspicion of fraud on a large scale, the man said in an official tone, showing his badge. I’m Agent Smith.
Leading the case on financial fraud at Apex Commerce Inc. Two officers entered the house and took Michael by the arms. Wait.
Emily stepped forward. There’s some mistake. Michael isn’t a criminal.
He helped expose Victoria Hayes’s fraud. Agent Smith turned to her. Emily Carter? Yes, that’s me. You’re also under arrest on the same suspicion.
Please come with us. We have a warrant for your arrest. Emily froze.
Warrant? But why? We. We handed over evidence. We cooperated with a journalist.
What journalist? Smith asked, raising an eyebrow. Paul. Paul Kuznetsov from an independent publication.
He was supposed to publish an article this morning. Smith shook his head. There’s no article, Ms. Carter.
And no journalist Paul Kuznetsov in any known publications. Emily felt the ground slip away. She turned to Michael, seeking support or explanation.
But she saw the same shock and confusion on his face. But he was here. Yesterday.
Showed us the article on his laptop. Emily exclaimed. We’ll sort out all the details at the station, Smith said firmly.
Now please get ready. You have 5 minutes. Emily slowly went back to the bedroom.
Her hands shook, thoughts tangled. What’s happening? Where’s the article? Where’s Paul? Were they deceived? She dressed quickly and came out to the living room. Michael was already taken outside and seated in one of the police cars.
His face was pale, eyes bewildered. Emily, I don’t understand what’s going on. He shouted when he saw her.
I trusted Paul. He promised to help. The officers seated him in the car and slammed the door.
Agent Smith approached Emily. Time for you too, he said. You’ll ride in another car.
Emily nodded, still not believing the reality. It felt like she’d fallen into some nightmare from which she’d wake any moment. They seated her in another police car, and the convoy moved.
Emily looked out the window at the receding cabin, the forest, the blue sky. Everything looked so normal, so ordinary, yet her life had just shattered. Two hours later, they arrived in the city and stopped at the FBI building.
Emily was led inside, through long corridors, to an interrogation room—a small space with a table, three chairs, and a surveillance camera in the corner. «Sit,» Smith said, pointing to a chair. We’ll start the interrogation now.
Emily sat, feeling completely drained. Everything happening seemed unreal, as if she was observing from the side. «Where’s Michael?» she asked.
«He’s being questioned in the next room,» Smith replied. «Don’t worry, he’s fine.» He took out a folder with documents and opened it.
Emily Carter, financial analyst at Apex Commerce Inc., he began. «You’re suspected of participating in a scheme to withdraw company assets and prepare it for intentional bankruptcy, along with Michael Thompson.» «What can you say in your defense?» Emily took a deep breath…
«It’s not true,» she said firmly. «I didn’t participate in any fraud. On the contrary, Michael and I discovered this scheme and tried to expose it.»
She told the investigator everything from the beginning—about her relationship with Michael, how Victoria installed cameras and bugs in her office, how they found documents on Victoria’s computer, about the meeting with Paul and his promise to publish the investigation. Smith listened attentively, making notes. When Emily finished, he leaned back in his chair and looked at her thoughtfully.
«Interesting version,» he said. «But we have different information. According to our data, it was you and Michael Thompson who prepared the company’s bankruptcy.
You worked with documents, had access to financial reports, and Michael, as the CEO’s husband, could get any information and sign any papers. That’s not true. Emily exclaimed.
It was the opposite. Victoria organized the money-laundering scheme and prepared the bankruptcy. «We have evidence.»
«What evidence?» Smith asked. «The documents we copied from Victoria’s computer. They’re on the external drive we gave to Paul, the journalist who doesn’t exist.»
Smith clarified. Emily fell silent, realizing the absurdity of the situation. «I don’t understand,» she said quietly.
«We trusted him.» He promised to help. Smith sighed.
Victoria Hayes filed a report about missing important commercial documents three days ago. She claims you and Michael stole them for blackmail and fraud. Given your personal relationship with her husband, the motive seems quite obvious.
Emily felt a wave of anger and despair rising in her chest. That’s a lie. Victoria set it all up.
She knew about our relationship from the start, spied on us, recorded. Then used it as cover for her own crimes. Where’s the evidence? Smith asked calmly.
On the drive we gave to Paul, who doesn’t exist, Smith finished. Emily lowered her head. The situation seemed hopeless.
Without evidence, without witnesses, without the article—only her word against Victoria’s. And obviously, who would be believed more. «I want a lawyer,» she finally said.
Smith nodded. «That’s your right. We’ll provide a public defender if you don’t have your own.»
He stood from the table. Interrogation over. You’ll be escorted to a holding cell.
The hearing on pretrial measures is tomorrow. Emily remained sitting, unable to believe this was happening to her. How could they be so naive? How could they trust a stranger without verifying his identity, without ensuring his reliability? An officer escorted her to the cell—a small room with an iron bunk, table, and toilet in the corner.
The door clanged shut behind her, and Emily was left alone. She sat on the bunk, hugging her head. Everything failed.
Their plan collapsed. Now they faced charges of serious financial crimes, and the real criminal—Victoria—remained unpunished. How could we be so naive? Emily thought, recalling the meeting with Paul, his confident speeches, promises to help.
Who was he really? Victoria’s man? An independent scammer who decided to exploit the situation? Or just a fantasist imagining himself a great investigator? Regardless of the answer, the result was the same—they were trapped. And the evidence was gone. Emily didn’t know how long she spent in the cell, lost in gloomy thoughts.
She was snapped out by the door opening. An officer stood there. «Carter? Your lawyer is here,» he said.
Emily raised her head in surprise. She hadn’t contacted a lawyer yet. Maybe the public defender? She was led to the attorney meeting room—a small space with a table and two chairs.
A middle-aged woman in a strict suit sat at the table, glasses on her nose, folder of documents in front. «Hello, Emily Carter,» the woman said when the officer left and closed the door. «My name is Theresa Morgan.
I’m your lawyer, but I didn’t…» Emily began. «I know,» the lawyer interrupted. «Paul Kuznetsov hired me.»
Emily froze, not believing her ears. «Paul?» But the agent said he doesn’t exist. «Because Paul Kuznetsov isn’t his real name,» the lawyer said quietly.
«His real name is Paul O’Brien. He’s an agent with the FBI’s Economic Crimes Unit. For the last two years, he’s been investigating Victoria Hayes and her backers.»
Emily stared at the lawyer, unable to believe what she heard. «Paul is FBI?» «He’s been running his own investigation all this time.» «I don’t understand,» she finally said.
«If he’s FBI, why were we arrested? Why didn’t he help us?» Theresa pulled documents from the folder and laid them on the table. «It’s not that simple, Emily. The Victoria Hayes case is part of a large-scale investigation into a group of high-ranking officials and businessmen.
The operation was prepared for over a year, and you and Michael unexpectedly found yourselves at its center. So, we ruined everything?» Emily asked bitterly.
«No,» the lawyer shook her head.
«Rather, accelerated events. Paul planned to catch Victoria in the act during the asset withdrawal attempt. But when you found the documents on her computer, she sensed danger and sped up her plans.
We had to act faster. But why didn’t he tell us the truth? Why pretend to be a journalist? First, he couldn’t reveal his identity. Second, he wasn’t sure about you.
Didn’t know how involved you were in the scheme. Only after studying the documents you gave him did he realize you were really victims, not accomplices.» Emily pondered, recalling the meeting with Paul, his questions, his attentive gaze.
«Now much became clear. But why were we arrested?» she asked again.
«And where’s Michael? What’s with him? The arrest was necessary for your safety,» Theresa replied.
«After Victoria learned of the missing documents, she hired people to find you. Here, in custody, you’re safe. And Michael is giving statements to FBI investigators right now.
He’s fine.» «And the drive with evidence?» With Paul. The documents are being studied by experts and have already formed the basis of the case against Victoria and her backers.
Emily felt the tension of recent days easing. Not all was lost. Their plan worked, though not as they expected.
What happens now? she asked. With us, with the case? Theresa smiled for the first time in the conversation. You’ll be fine.
Charges will be dropped as soon as Paul presents all evidence and his recommendations. And Victoria? She paused, Victoria is already detained. What? Emily leaned forward.
But the agent said she left the country. «That was part of the operation,» the lawyer explained. Victoria did try to flee, but she was detained at Dubai airport on our agencies’ request.
Now the issue of her extradition is being resolved. And her backers are already under investigation here, in the US. Emily leaned back in her chair, processing the information.
It all sounded like a plot from a spy movie, not real life. «When will they release us?» Tomorrow, after formal dismissal of charges, Theresa replied.
«But you’ll have to stay in the city and be available for the investigation. Your testimony will be key in the case.» She gathered the documents back into the folder.
«I have one more question,» Emily said, recalling the strange airport encounter. «The fortune teller who approached me and warned of danger.» «Who was she?» «Also part of the operation.»
Theresa frowned. «Fortune teller?» «I don’t know about any fortune teller. That wasn’t part of the operation, as far as I know.»
Emily nodded. «So it was a coincidence after all. Or someone’s personal intervention that even the FBI didn’t know about…
«Thank you,» she said to the lawyer. «For the information and help.» «No need to thank,» Theresa replied, standing.
«I’m doing my job.» And between us, she lowered her voice. «You acted very bravely.»
Not everyone would dare stand against the system Victoria and her backers created. She said goodbye and left, leaving Emily with new thoughts and a sense of relief. Perhaps everything would turn out for the better.
Perhaps truth would prevail after all. Emily spent the night in the cell, but no longer in despair, but in anticipation. In the morning, they came for her and led her to Agent Smith’s office.
Michael was already there, a bit gaunt, with stubble on his face, but clear eyes and a smile. «Emily!» He stepped toward her but stopped, not daring to hug. «Are you okay?» «Yes,» she nodded.
«A lawyer came to me,» she told about the situation. Smith, watching their meeting, cleared his throat to get attention. «So,» he said in an official tone, «in light of new circumstances and evidence provided by the FBI’s Economic Crimes Unit, charges against both of you are dropped.
You’re free, but must remain in the city until the investigation and trial end.» He handed them documents. «Sign here.
This confirms you’re aware of the decision and agree not to leave the city. Emily and Michael signed the papers. You can get your things from the duty officer,» Smith added.
«And yes, someone’s waiting for you in reception.» Introduced himself as Paul O’Brien. Leaving the agent’s office, they indeed saw Paul—or now O’Brien.
He looked completely different from their last meeting. In a strict suit, clean-shaven, with the confident, calm gaze of a professional. Emily, Michael, he nodded to them.
«Glad to see you free. I apologize for the necessary secrecy and temporary inconvenience.» «Inconvenience?» Emily couldn’t hold back indignation.
«You call arrest and a night in a cell inconvenience.» Paul looked at her with understanding. «I know it was tough.
But believe me, it was the only way to ensure your safety and preserve the operation. If Victoria learned you were cooperating with us, the consequences could have been much worse than a night in a cell.» Emily wanted to argue but understood he was right.
Victoria wouldn’t stop at anything to protect herself and her backers. What now? Michael asked. Smith said we must stay in the city.
Yes, until the investigation ends, Paul confirmed. «But that doesn’t mean you have to stay locked up. You can return to normal life.
Just…» He paused, but Apex Commerce Inc. won’t be the same. The company is under external management, audit ongoing, many employees will be questioned. And us? Emily asked.
What about us? You’re key witnesses, Paul replied. Your testimony will be decisive in court. But that doesn’t mean you have to put life on hold.
On the contrary, the sooner you return to normal life, the better. He pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Emily. My real phone number.
If problems or questions arise, call anytime. Emily took the card. It simply said «Paul O’Brien, FBI Economic Crimes Unit.»
«Thanks,» she said, putting the card in her bag. «And one more thing,» Paul added. «The materials you provided were very valuable.
Much more than you could imagine. They allowed not only to expose the scheme at Apex Commerce Inc. but also to uncover a whole network of similar companies through which billions of dollars were laundered. You did the country a great service.
Michael and Emily exchanged glances. The thought that their actions had such far-reaching consequences was both frightening and inspiring. «We just wanted the truth,» Emily said quietly.
«And thanks to you, truth prevailed,» Paul nodded. «And now, if no more questions, I must go.» «Work doesn’t wait.»
He shook their hands and left, leaving them alone in the FBI reception. «What now?» Michael asked, looking at Emily. She pondered.
Everything that happened in the last few days had completely changed her life. Work at Apex Commerce Inc. was in the past. Relationship with Michael.
Complicated question. «I don’t know,» Emily honestly replied. «Need time to process everything.
To understand what to do next.» Michael nodded, understanding her feelings. «I have a suggestion,» he said.
«Let’s start small. Just go somewhere to eat.» «I’m starving, and I’m sure you are too.»
Emily smiled. This simple human approach was exactly what she needed now. Not grand plans and decisions, but something simple and understandable.
«Sounds great,» she said. «I know a good cafe nearby.» They got their things from the duty officer and left the FBI building.
The day was clear and warm, as if nature itself rejoiced at their release. They walked down the street, talking about simple things—weather, the city, how the center had changed in recent years. Avoiding big topics and painful questions.
In the cafe, they ordered lunch and finally relaxed. The food was simple but tasted incredibly delicious after everything. «You know,» Michael said when they finished eating, «I need to tell you something.»
«Something I’ve been hiding all this time.» Emily tensed. «Another secret?» «Another blow.»
«What exactly?» Michael took a deep breath. «Remember the fortune teller at the airport?» «The one who warned you of danger and advised going back to the office.» «Of course,» Emily nodded.
«If not for her, I’d have flown away and never learned the truth. It wasn’t a random encounter,» Michael said quietly. «I hired her.
More precisely, not exactly a fortune teller, but an actress. I knew Victoria was planning something serious, but couldn’t warn you directly—she was watching my every move. So I came up with this way.
Emily stared at him, not believing her ears. You? You planned this whole thing with the fortune teller? Michael nodded. I was afraid for you, Emily.
Afraid Victoria would use and frame you. She’d done it before with others. With other women.
So it’s true?» Emily asked quietly. What she said about your past flings with her employees, Michael lowered his eyes. Partially…
There was one woman, two years ago. Victoria’s secretary. But I didn’t have an affair with her; she approached me and told me she found strange documents on Victoria’s computer.
A week later, she was fired for professional incompetence, and a month later, she got into an accident. Since then, I started suspecting Victoria was involved in something serious and dangerous. Emily was silent, digesting the information.
This explained a lot—why Michael was so cautious, why he insisted on secrecy, why he feared openly opposing Victoria. «Our relationship?» she finally asked. «Was it part of the plan too?» Michael shook his head.
«No. I really fell in love with you, Emily. Yes, I got close to you to check if you knew anything about Victoria’s fraud.
But what happened after was real. I swear to you.» Emily looked into his eyes, trying to discern the truth.
He seemed sincere, but hadn’t he seemed just as sincere when telling her about his love before? When planning vacation with her? When promising a future together? «I don’t know what to say,» she admitted. «Too much has happened. Too much lies and manipulation.
I understand,» Michael nodded. «I’m not asking you to decide right away. Just give us a chance.
A chance to start over, without lies and secrets.» Emily pondered. Was it possible? Could she cast aside everything that happened and start fresh? «Yes, I need time,» she finally said.
«Time to think and decide what I want from life.» «From us.» Michael nodded, accepting her decision.
«Of course. I’ll wait as long as it takes.» They left the cafe and stopped on the street.
It was getting dark, the city starting to light up. «Where now?» Michael asked. «Do you have a place to stay.»
Emily pondered. «Her apartment. Victoria’s people had probably been there.
Returning now was scary. I don’t know,» she admitted. «My apartment.
I understand,» Michael said. «Listen, I have a suggestion. I have a small apartment in another part of the city.
Victoria doesn’t know about it. I bought it a year ago with money she didn’t control. You can stay there until you figure out what to do next.
And you? I’ll rent a hotel room. Or stay with friends. That’s no problem.»
Emily hesitated. Accepting his help meant becoming dependent on him again. But on the other hand, she really needed a safe place to weather this difficult period.
«Okay,» she finally agreed. «But only temporarily. Until I find another solution.»
Michael nodded, not hiding his relief. «Of course. It’s just a temporary fix.»
He called a taxi, and they drove to a quiet residential area on the city’s outskirts. Michael’s apartment was small but cozy—a one-bedroom with modern furniture and everything needed for life. «Make yourself at home,» he said, handing her the keys.
«There should be groceries in the fridge; I stopped by a week ago. And I’ll go find a place to stay.» Emily took the keys, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and awkwardness.
«Thanks,» she said. «For everything. And… Sorry I doubted you.»
Michael smiled. «Don’t apologize. No need.
I’ll give you time and space to sort out your feelings. And then? Then we’ll decide what to do next.» He left, and Emily was alone in the unfamiliar apartment.
She took a shower, found a clean T-shirt of Michael’s in the closet to use as a nightshirt, and went to bed. For the first time in days, she felt relative safety and calm. Falling asleep, Emily thought about the future.
About what awaited her after everything in the last six months. About whether she could rebuild trust and start a new life. With Michael or without.
Three months passed. Life gradually got back on track, though not at all as Emily could have imagined six months ago. Apex Commerce Inc. was reorganized under temporary administration.
Most executives fired, some arrested as Victoria’s accomplices. Rank-and-file employees not involved in the fraud kept their jobs, but the company was no longer the same. Victoria Hayes’s case got wide publicity.
She was extradited from the UAE and now in pretrial detention, awaiting trial. Along with her, several high-ranking officials and businessmen were under investigation, their names previously gracing business publication covers. The money-laundering scheme they built turned out much larger than assumed.
Emily didn’t return to Apex Commerce Inc. Instead, she accepted a job offer from a large auditing firm. Her experience and role in exposing the financial fraud made her a valuable employee.
Of course, there were challenges—some colleagues treated her with suspicion, others with excessive curiosity. But overall, Emily was satisfied with her new job. She and Michael met regularly but didn’t resume their relationship.
Too much unsaid and pain remained between them. Too hard to separate truth from lies, genuine feeling from manipulation. Emily couldn’t fully trust him again, and Michael understood and didn’t pressure her.
After divorcing Victoria—the process ran parallel to the criminal case—Michael decided to start from scratch. He sold property not seized in the investigation and opened a small consulting firm. The irony was that now he consulted companies on economic security and countering corporate fraud.
Paul O’Brien sometimes called them to check in and update on the case. Thanks to the evidence they provided and other witnesses’ testimony, the case was practically hopeless for the defendants. They faced long prison terms and property confiscation.
On this warm September day, Emily sat in a cafe, waiting for Michael. They agreed to meet to discuss the upcoming court hearing where both would testify. Michael arrived right on time.
He looked good—fit, confident, with a light tan after a recent trip south. «Hi,» he said, sitting opposite Emily. «How are you?» «Fine,» she replied.
«A bit nervous before the trial, but overall okay.» «Don’t worry,» Michael reassured her. «We’ll just tell what we know.»
The case is practically closed; Victoria and the others have pleaded guilty and agreed to a deal with the prosecution. Emily nodded. She knew from Paul, but still was nervous.
Public speaking in court, retelling the whole story before dozens of people—wasn’t easy. «By the way,» Michael said, «I got an interesting offer. Invited as a consultant to an international company specializing in detecting financial fraud…
Contract for a year, work in Europe. Congratulations,» Emily said sincerely. «That’s a great opportunity.»
«Did you accept?» «Still thinking,» Michael replied. It means moving to another country, starting from scratch. Not sure if I’m ready for such changes.
Emily understood his doubts. After everything, starting a new life in a new place would be logical. But leaving everything familiar and dear, heading into the unknown—required courage.
«And you?» Michael asked. «Any plans for the future?» Emily pondered. The last months she’d lived day by day, not making long-term plans.
Work, home, rare meetings with friends. Her life was calm but somehow incomplete. «Don’t know,» she honestly replied.
«Like the job, but something’s missing.» «Maybe change?» «Maybe new goals?» Michael looked at her attentively. «You know,» he said, pausing, «I could recommend you to this international company for opportunities there.
They’re looking not only for consultants but also financial analysts with auditing experience.» «Your profile would be ideal.» Emily raised her eyebrows in surprise.
«You’re suggesting I go to Europe with you?» «Not exactly,» Michael shook his head. «I’m suggesting you consider a good career opportunity.» «Whether we go together or separately is another question.»
Emily looked at him, trying to sort her feelings. Part of her still loved Michael, despite all the complications and deceit. Another part feared trusting him again, feared repeating past mistakes.
«I’ll think about it,» she finally said. «It’s a serious decision, can’t be made on impulse.» Michael nodded, understanding her caution.
«Of course.» «You have until the end of the month to decide.» «I can send your resume, and then it’s up to you.»
They continued talking, discussing the upcoming trial and other topics. After the cafe, Michael walked Emily home; she finally decided to return to her apartment after Paul assured her the danger had passed. «Thanks for the meeting,» he said, stopping at the entrance.
«And think about the offer.» «It’s really a good opportunity, regardless of…» «Us.» Emily nodded.
«I’ll think.» «Really.» «And thanks for suggesting.»
They said goodbye, and Emily went up to her apartment. Sitting on the couch, she pondered Michael’s offer. «Move to Europe—new job, new life.»
It was tempting. Especially now, when so many memories and associations tied her to this city, to Apex Commerce Inc., to the story of deceit and betrayal. But was she ready to work near Michael again? See him every day, collaborate with him? And most importantly, was she ready to trust him again? Emily went to the window and looked at the city bathed in autumn gold.
So much had happened in the last six months. So many shocks, discoveries, changes. She was no longer that naive Emily who planned a vacation with her boss’s husband.
She’d become stronger, wiser, more cautious. Perhaps that’s why she could now make a decision based not on emotions, but on sober calculation and self-understanding. Emily took her phone and dialed Michael’s number.
«I think,» she said. «When he answered, I’d like to learn more about this company and opportunities there. You can send them my resume.»
Of course, Michael’s voice had a smile. «I’ll do it today.» But, Emily added, this doesn’t mean that we.
That we’ll be together again. «I’m still not sure about that.» «I understand,» Michael replied.
«And I respect your decision. Whatever you choose, I’ll support you.» They said goodbye, and Emily put down the phone.
She felt a strange calm and confidence. For the first time in a long time, she looked to the future with hope, not fear. Life went on, despite all the shocks and disappointments.
And who knows, maybe the new page of this life would be brighter and happier than the previous one. Maybe all these trials were needed to lead her to true happiness. Emily smiled and opened the window, letting in fresh autumn air and city sounds.
She was ready for new beginnings, new challenges. Ready to write her story further—without lies and manipulations. Her own story, where she decides what to do and who to trust.
And though this story was just beginning, Emily felt it would be much happier than the previous one. Because now she knew the price of truth and believed in herself more than ever.