ones was easy, but that didn’t work as well for a corporation. Better to hide everything than risk leaving a clue.
She received mumbled greetings and sideways glances as she made her way to Moor’s office. No one stopped her to chat. She worried that she might be doing something wrong, tipping off that something was not right about Moor. But the behavior was consistent with everyone. I’m getting the sense our informant isn’t the most popular kid on the block, she sent to Terryn.
She’s not making many friends here either, he replied.
Laura smiled at his response. Terryn’s humor tended to be dry and subtle, but lately it had been missing entirely. It was nice to hear him sound normal.
The windows in Moor’s office provided an impressive view of the Potomac and D.C. The river meandered below as if underlining the spread of the city’s iconic buildings. While it wasn’t the usual coveted corner office, Laura thought it interesting that Moor had achieved some level of importance within Legacy.
She sat at the desk, pulled the computer keyboard closer, and logged on to the network system. So far, so good, she thought. The user ID and password were correct, so Moor hadn’t played any petty games on that front. She searched the network, scrolling through directories to note where Moor had open access. Terryn wanted her to use the day for surveillance and not touch anything until they assessed what was interesting and available. Copying and transferring data might be noticed, maybe not right away; but they didn’t want to risk it until they had decided what they needed.
At the sound of knock, she lifted her head toward the door. She recognized the dark-haired man standing there as Adam DeWinter from the staff dossiers InterSec had for Legacy. He was listed as the firm’s director of technology and president, which was true. What was not on the company letterhead was that he was ex-CIA with extensive security experience.
With a friendly, chastising smile, he leaned against the doorjamb. “You didn’t return my phone calls.”
Feigning surprise, she picked up her cell phone and scrolled through the messages. Moor wasn’t in the habit of logging in her contact names. Few calls came in on the line anyway. The one number that appeared often was a disposable cell, which Laura assumed now must have been DeWinter. “Really? I’m sorry. I had some things to take care of and forgot to check my messages.”
DeWinter pushed himself with his shoulder off the doorjamb and sat on the edge of her desk. “More important than talking to me?”
His tone had an undercurrent of seduction. Cocky and self-assured. A little too self-assured. His familiar attitude wasn’t simple office banter. Laura twisted her lips in a playful smirk. “Are you feeling neglected?”
He chuckled. “Should I?”
I think Moor held back a relationship with DeWinter. Ask her the status, she sent to Terryn.
Laura leaned back and smiled at DeWinter. “Of course not. I think we both know where things stand.”
Amused, he dropped his eyelids half-closed. “I wasn’t thinking of standing.”
Lovers. We’re having a discussion about what else she might have neglected to mention, Terryn sent.
Laura mentally swore. She had no delusion that Moor was being fully cooperative, but risking exposing her like this was skating close to the edge of breaching their deal. She leaned forward and slowly drew her finger across the back of DeWinter’s palm. “You’d be surprised what I can do standing.”
He playfully tapped her on the nose. “Someone’s going to hear us.”
She affected an innocent air. “I didn’t say anything.”
Amused, he moved back to the front of the desk. “I want to go over some financial details before my meeting.”
Laura bit her lip and checked her watch. “Can you give me a few minutes? I need to get something out.”
A puzzled look came over DeWinter’s face. “Sure. I’ll be in my office.”
He hesitated at
She received mumbled greetings and sideways glances as she made her way to Moor’s office. No one stopped her to chat. She worried that she might be doing something wrong, tipping off that something was not right about Moor. But the behavior was consistent with everyone. I’m getting the sense our informant isn’t the most popular kid on the block, she sent to Terryn.
She’s not making many friends here either, he replied.
Laura smiled at his response. Terryn’s humor tended to be dry and subtle, but lately it had been missing entirely. It was nice to hear him sound normal.
The windows in Moor’s office provided an impressive view of the Potomac and D.C. The river meandered below as if underlining the spread of the city’s iconic buildings. While it wasn’t the usual coveted corner office, Laura thought it interesting that Moor had achieved some level of importance within Legacy.
She sat at the desk, pulled the computer keyboard closer, and logged on to the network system. So far, so good, she thought. The user ID and password were correct, so Moor hadn’t played any petty games on that front. She searched the network, scrolling through directories to note where Moor had open access. Terryn wanted her to use the day for surveillance and not touch anything until they assessed what was interesting and available. Copying and transferring data might be noticed, maybe not right away; but they didn’t want to risk it until they had decided what they needed.
At the sound of knock, she lifted her head toward the door. She recognized the dark-haired man standing there as Adam DeWinter from the staff dossiers InterSec had for Legacy. He was listed as the firm’s director of technology and president, which was true. What was not on the company letterhead was that he was ex-CIA with extensive security experience.
With a friendly, chastising smile, he leaned against the doorjamb. “You didn’t return my phone calls.”
Feigning surprise, she picked up her cell phone and scrolled through the messages. Moor wasn’t in the habit of logging in her contact names. Few calls came in on the line anyway. The one number that appeared often was a disposable cell, which Laura assumed now must have been DeWinter. “Really? I’m sorry. I had some things to take care of and forgot to check my messages.”
DeWinter pushed himself with his shoulder off the doorjamb and sat on the edge of her desk. “More important than talking to me?”
His tone had an undercurrent of seduction. Cocky and self-assured. A little too self-assured. His familiar attitude wasn’t simple office banter. Laura twisted her lips in a playful smirk. “Are you feeling neglected?”
He chuckled. “Should I?”
I think Moor held back a relationship with DeWinter. Ask her the status, she sent to Terryn.
Laura leaned back and smiled at DeWinter. “Of course not. I think we both know where things stand.”
Amused, he dropped his eyelids half-closed. “I wasn’t thinking of standing.”
Lovers. We’re having a discussion about what else she might have neglected to mention, Terryn sent.
Laura mentally swore. She had no delusion that Moor was being fully cooperative, but risking exposing her like this was skating close to the edge of breaching their deal. She leaned forward and slowly drew her finger across the back of DeWinter’s palm. “You’d be surprised what I can do standing.”
He playfully tapped her on the nose. “Someone’s going to hear us.”
She affected an innocent air. “I didn’t say anything.”
Amused, he moved back to the front of the desk. “I want to go over some financial details before my meeting.”
Laura bit her lip and checked her watch. “Can you give me a few minutes? I need to get something out.”
A puzzled look came over DeWinter’s face. “Sure. I’ll be in my office.”
He hesitated at
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