Roman's heart hammered in his chest like a trapped bird as he stared at the screen, barely blinking. Then it appeared.
A prompt. Enter password.
His shoulders dropped slightly. "No," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as if the screen might change if he refused to accept it.
He closed the file and opened it again. Same thing.
A tight breath slipped through his teeth as he backed out and clicked on the second file, Estelle – Private. His pulse thudded harder, louder, as if urging him on. He clicked. The screen shifted again, and then it appeared. Enter password. Again.
Roman let out a frustrated breath, dragging a hand down his face before leaning back in the chair. The leather creaked softly beneath him as he tilted his head, his eyes closing briefly.
Think, Roman.
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