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ion to hold him accountable for harming my father. I'm here, but who knows? Sitting on my lumpy bed in my little apartment, my hands tremble. I can only hear my own breathing despite the noise of the city outs

into my pocket and try not to think about it. I work at my desk outside of Ethan's door at the workplace. He's already there, speaking in a steady, powerful voice over the phone. I look through the glass at him.

k at the papers. I go to work organizing as he returns to his office. I'm thinking about the folder I saw yesterday, the one with the words "Riverdale" inscri

lways take a peek at Ethan's desk when he leaves his office. The folder is no longer there. It breaks my heart. Was it anything he concealed? I co

at quickly as I nod. "It's a pleasure working for him," she adds. "Always fair." I make an effort to grin. He's liked by everybody here. It's uncl

le, and I pick up my notepad. Suit-clad men sat there discussing business and money. I take notes on what they say while keeping an ear out for hints. Riverdale is mentioned by one ind

is on my mind. I must have that folder. Ethan leaves his office vacant to attend another meeting. I look around, but nobody is looking. My shoes are silent on the carpet as I go inside. Th

eyebrows go up as he says, "What are you doing?" With a faltering voice, I raise the pen. "I needed a pen." Mine ran out. After giving me a br

t lying. However, I continue to worry about Dad and how he lost everything. Ethan's generosity won't deter me. I remain at my desk and act as if I have work to

s and shelves, but nothing. Then I see a little, lockable safe in the corner. I feel sick to my stomach. Does it include the folder? I have to attempt opening a safe even though

d my breath. What's my secret? Are they aware that my name is Lila Carter and not Lila Smith? I almost drop the phone because my hands tremble so much. I glance at the text and then back at the safe. I have no idea what to