"what exactly do i have to do?" Eleanor asked with a hint of desperation. "Erase all those evidence while you act to be his ally." Janella stood up and the chair falls behind her. "Wouldn't it be risky? the cops already suspects her." "They know her apartment and a fake face. Go as a volunteer, Eleanor." Said the handler firmly. "Okay, but this is the last time." Eleanor's voice was firm but there was some hidden emotions. "I wouldn't expect less from you." and the handler left the room, they took off their blind-fold and Eleanor Picks up the ID and mumbles. "This is the last time." Janella looks at Eleanor with empathy.
Two days Passed
Leo was sitting behind his desk flipping through documents, barely looking up as the door creaked open.
"I've been assigned to work with you Sir."
Leo turned a Page lazily - then Paused. He slowly looked up and smirked
"Well... look who it is." Leo leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing with amusement. "So... now what?" He said. "Following me around? Stalking?" his gaze flickered over - deliberate. "Crossing lines to get a better view?"
Eleanor doesn't even blink.
"In your dreams."
Leo puts his hand over his chest and said, "That was brutal."
Eleanor walks over and takes a file and said, "Should we start?" Leo's smirk widens and says, "Sure." Leo Placed a thick stack of Paper on the desk.
"Go through these. Anything unusual, let me know."
Eleanor nodded, her fingers brushing the edges, pretending casual interest. Most of the files were ordinary. security logs, statements, CCTV Snapeshots. But a faint pattern caught her
eye. A name repeated - Megan. Not enough
to explain everything. Just curious.
Why does a sex worker figure keep
appearing in the margins?
Some lives seemed tampered with gaps in
the logs, missing pages.
Eleanor frowned.
"Someone didn't want this out," she muttered under her breath. Amid the
chaos, a small collection of receipts and
notes seemed insignificant. But Eleanor's
eyes narrowed. With a smooth motion
she slipped the few relevant papers
into her coat pocket. No one needs to
know I noticed.
"Want noodles?" Leo asked.
"No thanks," Eleanor replied.
"You'll faint if you don't eat," he said
leaning slightly closer. Eleanor arched an eyebrow. "I'm not hungry."
"You smell like lie." he said with a low voice
"And you." She shot back, "smell like unprofessional."
"very well." Leo said, his smirk fading "You have join me somewleme."
Leo took her to the warehouse.
The warehouse smelled of oli and dust Dim lights flickered overhead. Leo glanced at Eleanor. "Stay Short. Last time we missed Something." Eleanor adjusted her coat. "I'm always sharp." The Silence that followed was thick, almost too wiel. Then they came, shadows moved from the crates—assassins, at least half a dozen, armed and fast.
Eleanors eyes narrowed. without hesitation She spun, Throwing two into crates with Precise sumike, Leo barely had time to dive behind a metal table one of the attackens changed Eleanor, knife raised. And—