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106. Someone spying on me.

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Deangelo.

I sat at my desk, my mind swirling with thoughts of betrayal and espionage. It was clear to me that someone within my organization or pack had leaked the details of our deal with the Philippine government. But who was it? And how had they gained access to such confidential information?

Luca had been out investigating all day, and now he sat before me with a file in his hands. I looked up at him, eager to hear what he had uncovered.

"Well?" I asked, my voice low and steady.

Luca cleared his throat, "Based on my findings, it was a young man who recently joined the pack that had leaked the information."

I felt a jolt of anger surge through me. How could someone be so careless with such sensitive information? And why would they do something so foolish? I stood up and began pacing back and forth, my mind racing with questions. "Who is he? What's his name?" I demanded.

Luca flipped open the file and read out the name, "His name is Michael Ramirez. He's been working at the par
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