Chapter 77

The flash drive wasn’t easy to get. It wasn’t supposed to exist. Hera’s brilliance was in her paranoia—she never left evidence, never allowed loose ends. Every move she made was calculated, every trace meticulously erased. But I had spent years under her thumb, and even the most cautious manipulators make mistakes. It started with Victor, the forensic accountant. He was more than just a friend; he was someone Hera had burned in the past. When I reached out, he didn’t hesitate to help.