And he was also planning to pocket fifty million dollars of the FBI’s seized funds in the process.

He was double-crossing everyone.

The phone on the desk suddenly began to vibrate against the wood.

The screen lit up with an unknown number.

I stared at the flashing screen, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I didn’t answer it.

Instead, I looked back at the screen of the laptop.

A new notification popped up in the corner of the display.

*Access monitored by external IP.*

Someone was watching my screen in real-time.

Before I could close the window, the office door clicked.