rop her off in Soho, then slipped through an alleyway and t

t and pulled the heavy

crypted laptop. She booted up a custom Linux OS, bouncing he

avigated to "Helix," the und

ls. The screen welcomed he

e chat window with her

is secured,

lion through a maze of shell companies in Cyprus and the Cayman Island

he final command. I want the synthesized

the partn

red at her reflection. The crying, hysterical wife was gone. Th

t walked into the lobby of th

and towering Louboutins, deliberately ignoring

oyees averted their eyes, w

oor. She walked down the hall and pushed open

ngs were gone. A massive, tasteless canva

cretary, strutted over. She crossed

loud enough for the whole floor to hear. "Your ne

k. She turned and w

printer, piled high with empty c

own in the ch

g a massive stack of files

o the desk. As she did, she d

across the desk, splashing violently onto

n fake shock. "My hand slipped. But I guess you can ju

e waited for the famous party-girl meltdown. Th

heat, but she smothered it instantly, her posture remaining rigidly perfect. She

rom the box on the desk and dabbed the dark stain

he radiated a suffoca

the trash. She looked up a

sweat broke out on the back of he

lda walked out, wearing a brand-new Dior sk

She walked over, her

d, a sickeningly sweet expression. "Bridget, I'm so sorry you're stuck in th