“I’ll have someone trusted take you.”
“I can find more,” Kiara said before she could stop herself.
The room went silent.
Victor frowned.
“You’ve done enough.”
“No. The man in the suit might still be outside. If I leave now, maybe I can see where he goes.”
Marco shook his head.
“Absolutely not.”
But Kiara had already moved to the window.
Down on the street, near the opposite sidewalk, stood the thin man in the suit.
She pointed.
“That’s him.”
Everyone turned.
Olivia moved fast to the glass.
Marco’s jaw hardened.
Victor reached for his radio.
“No,” Kiara said. “If he sees security coming, he’ll run.”
Marco looked at her.
“What do you suggest?”
Before he could decide, Fiona entered.
Fiona was an administrative assistant in her early thirties with kind eyes and the worn-down smile of someone used to keeping powerful people organized while being ignored by them. She had come to escort Kiara downstairs.
When Kiara explained, Fiona looked horrified.
“No. We are not following a suspicious man. You are a child. I am an administrative assistant. We are not spies.”
Kiara pulled out her old cracked phone.
“The camera still works.”
Fiona stared at her.
“No.”
“Fifteen minutes,” Kiara pleaded. “From far away. Then we come back.”
Fiona should have refused.
Instead, she looked at the girl in the oversized sweatshirt, the same girl who had just saved Marco Alliance from the limousine.
“Fifteen minutes,” she said. “And if anything feels wrong, we run.”
They left through a side exit and pretended to wait for a ride. Kiara kept her phone angled casually.
The man in the suit paced near the curb.
Then Aaron appeared.
The same security chief who had tried to dismiss her.
Kiara stopped breathing.
Aaron spoke to the man in a low voice. Their bodies stayed angled away from the building, but their hands moved carefully. Then Aaron slipped something small into the man’s palm.
A USB drive.
Kiara recorded everything.
Fiona’s face went pale.
“We go back now.”
The man in the suit looked up.
For one terrifying second, his eyes landed directly on them.
Fiona took Kiara’s arm.
“Walk. Don’t run.”
They moved toward the building entrance, every step feeling too slow, the man’s gaze pressing against their backs.
Only when the lobby doors closed behind them did Fiona exhale.
“We need Marco.”
The video changed everything.
In the crisis room on the top floor, Marco, Olivia, Victor, and several executives watched the footage on Kiara’s cracked phone. Aaron handing over the drive. The man in the suit receiving it. The exchange was blurry but clear enough.
Victor looked betrayed.
“Aaron has worked under me for years.”