Leaving Alex’s office, I felt a sense of purpose tempered by caution. The information was powerful, but it was also dangerous. Back at work, I maintained my facade, participating in meetings and fulfilling my duties, all while the folder remained a silent presence in my briefcase. Jane noticed my distraction and approached me one afternoon. “Is everything okay?” she asked, her concern genuine.
I hesitated, weighing the risks of confiding in her. Ultimately, I decided to keep her in the dark, at least for now. “Just some personal stuff,” I replied, offering a reassuring smile. She nodded, accepting my explanation but watching me closely.
As the days turned into weeks, the tension built, each piece of the puzzle fitting into place with a satisfying yet alarming click. I knew the time was coming to make a decision, to expose what I knew or continue the cover-up. But with each step forward, the shadows grew longer, and the whispers of those involved grew louder.
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