Security increased.
But Emily noticed something else.
Something subtle.
Staff behavior.
Small mistakes.
Delayed responses.
Information leaks.
Not everyone inside the hotel was loyal.
At 6:40 p.m., while reviewing internal reports, Emily spotted an irregular access log.
A junior concierge had accessed executive guest data without authorization.
Repeatedly.
Emily didn't report it immediately.
Instead, she watched.
Waited.
At 8:15 p.m., she followed him quietly through the service corridors.
He moved fast.
Too fast.
Like someone who knew exactly where he was going.
Then—
He entered a restricted communications room.
Emily stepped closer.
Listened.
Inside, the concierge spoke in a low voice:
"Yes… she's here… same floor… security rotation confirmed…"
Emily's blood froze.
He was reporting her movements.
Before she could react—
A hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into the shadows.
Alexander.
His voice was low and controlled.
"I saw him too."
Emily whispered:
"He's the leak."
Alexander nodded.
Then his expression hardened.
"No."
He paused.
"He's just the messenger."