Chapter 92 The Invisible Hand

The office smelled of aged paper and leather-bound secrets. Mariana’s fingers trembled as she rifled through the drawers of Mateo’s antique mahogany desk. Dust curled into the air, catching in her throat as she pushed past documents, contracts, everything seemed ordinary. But she knew better. Mateo had been meticulous, always one step ahead. Then, her nails scraped against something hidden beneath a false bottom. Her pulse spiked. With a quick tug, the wooden panel gave way, revealing a slim, black flash drive tucked into a narrow compartment.