Vivienne snapped the file shut and tossed it aside with a flick of her wrist, her face a mask of composure that belied the storm brewing within.

Thomas maneuvered the car with practiced ease while Anna glanced back uneasily and asked, "Ms. Vivienne, what do you make of the information in that file?"

A chill flickered in Vivienne's eyes. "What do you think?"

Anna was taken aback, suddenly feeling like she had touched a nerve.

Percival wrapped an arm around Vivienne, his touch as comforting as a warm blanket on a cold night. "Easy, no need to get all worked up."

Vivienne remained silent, her gaze lowered, thoughts hidden behind a veil of introspection.

The reach of GTO had become far too invasive.

And the real mole had burrowed so deep that they were untouchable.

This person was not just a threat to the safety of the average Joe; they were toying with national security.

An unsettling intuition gripped Vivienne; her mother's death might not be solely tied to GTO's head honcho. Perhaps the final blow, the ultimate betrayal, was orchestrated by the Vanguard Agency itself.

As she remained lost in thought, Percival's voice, honeyed with affection, broke through, "How about I take you out for a grand feast?"

Her train of thought was derailed by his suggestion, and Vivienne considered his offer seriously before agreeing. "Alright, let's go." After dinner, Percival dropped Vivienne off at her place.

He watched her enter her home before sliding back into the car. "Head to HQ," he instructed Thomas.

Thomas did not question it; it was time to return to headquarters to sort things out.

Back in her room, Vivienne checked her phone and saw a cryptic text from an unknown sender. [It's not him.]

guard outside the

only two captains left on duty, their expressions were

in the crisp uniform of the Vanguard Agency, Percival entered the headquarters and

joining Thomas

paused at the office door

his reading glasses and

his face stoic as he faced

up briefly. "You're

tone was even, betraying no

said, his deep voice carrying an undercurrent

"You're getting bold,

seat opposite Micah, his lips parting

ask away," Micah said, leisurely sipping

his long legs crossed, fingers rhythmically tapping on his knee. "What are you

in steam betraying a flicker of

ceased their tapping, his gaze piercing. "You brought me into the Vanguard Agency, trained me under my mentor, and watched me rise through the ranks. Don't you

despite his icy demeanor, which was not directed at

both he and Vivienne had suspected Micah. After all, Micah was Percival's direct superior, the one who could most easily

time, he realized that Micah seemed to be acting deliberately

changed Percival's view

was trapped in a mine. If Micah had

with satisfaction. "Good, the many times I took the

times when Percival disobeyed orders, took too big of a risk to complete the mission, and

stern facade, sliding a file across to

aback. "I've never

night before. It seemed

transferred to

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