She was the one who had cleared out my hidden files.

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

If Barbara had my backup drives, she would destroy them.

Or worse, she would use them to destroy my father’s company.

I turned around to leave the room, my mind racing.

I needed to find where she had put them.

As I turned, a tiny flash of green light caught my eye near the top of the bookshelf.

It was tucked behind a decorative ceramic vase.

I stepped onto the desk chair to get a closer look.

I reached behind the vase and pulled out a small, black plastic cube.

It was a wireless spy camera.

The lens was pointed directly at the bookshelf.

I looked around the room with fresh eyes.

In the corner of the ceiling, near the smoke detector, was another tiny lens.

There was another one hidden inside the digital clock on the desk.

They were not just recording.

The blue indicator lights showed they were transmitting data live.

Someone was watching me right now.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.