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Louane goes pale.

“It’s bold… but it could work.”

“If they take the bait, yes.”

She slowly leans back in her chair.

“I’m going to ask security to revoke her access to this floor. She has no reason to be here anyway.”

“No.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t do anything for now. If we revoke her access now, she’ll realize we’re hiding something from her. I want her to keep questioning things without ever getting certainty. I want her worried. Searching. That way, when she gets hold of carefully selected information, it won’t even occur to her to question it.”

Louane studies me for a long moment.

“You’re diabolical.”

I smile.

“Let’s just say Bianca taught me a lot. She’ll be our Trojan horse. The day we stand before a judge, I want a case file that leaves absolutely no room for doubt.”

“So we just keep watching her while Dante prepares his trap?”

“No. We also have work to finish.”

I pause before adding:

“The best way to outmaneuver them is to finalize the formula before they can steal it.”

Louane’s face lights up.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

That evening, after work, Stephen drives me back to the manor.

Suddenly, his shoulders tense and his driving becomes sharper. I catch him checking the rearview mirror several times.

Are we being followed?

Would Wald really try something that reckless in broad daylight?

After several sudden turns, Stephen finally relaxes and resumes normal driving.

“False alarm,” he says. “I thought someone was tailing us.”

And yet, he checks the mirror three more times before stopping in front of the gate.

42. Limits

Valeria

Wednesday, January 4

The nausea hits me without warning.

I pushed myself too hard again.