Chapter 62 The Web Of Deception

Mariana moved like a shadow through Catalina’s private office, the air thick with the scent of aged leather and expensive perfume. The dim glow of the desk lamp flickered against the polished mahogany furniture, casting long, restless shadows across the room. Her pulse drummed in her ears as she slipped on a pair of gloves and eased open the top drawer of Catalina’s desk. Papers rustled beneath her fingertips, but nothing immediately stood out, just ledgers, invoices, routine business correspondence. Then she spotted it. A folder marked with Catalina’s elegant handwriting, deceptively simple: Confidential.