Scheme Unravel

Victoria hurried out of her room with her bag in one hand and a laptop in another. “Hurry!” She cried, taking a seat on one of the couches in her apartment.

Why is a simple email this hard to forge? She wondered, turning on the laptop.

The woman heaved a sigh, happy at the same time that the device did not waste any of her time. Now, she rushed to the profile she had created many nights ago in the name of Emily Hartley, and then the email for easy access.

Now was her time to shine.

The first letter was drafted and she shook her head at how unconvincing what she wrote, was. It had to be convincing, she cried, coming up with an entirely different letter from the first one she drafted.

“Good God!” She cried at how better the new draft came out. “This is good, Victoria,” she praised herself. “Who could have thought you would do so well on a morning like this?”

Only a day to a week was what remained, and Jonathan Steele had asked several times how far she had gone with the given assig