Was it freedom? Or a risky situation?
She didn't have the answer yet. But as she adjusted her backpack strap and ducked into an alley, she quietly assured herself, "They'll never catch me."
And she was talking about all of them. AD, Zayden, Anyone who was hunting her from the shadows. Zeynep slipped away into the hustle and bustle of Manhattan. Just a ghost. A shadow. A girl who knew how to stay hidden.
*******
Reyes's place wasn't really an office; it felt more like a secret command center tucked away under a ramen shop. The room was dimly lit by blue screens and cluttered with dusty filing cabinets. He stood there, hands on his hips, jaw clenched, taking in the scene.
"Got the passport template updated," his assistant said, barely looking up as she typed away. "Alias: Aria Solis. The Malaysian work permit is good for two years."
"Awesome," Reyes replied, his tone a bit sharp. "Print it out."
