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Beyonce Knowles Federal Bureau Headquarters
October 30
"Make sure she's safe and have security on her 24/7," I told the team.
They nodded, but I could still feel the tension in the air. I grabbed Adriana's hands before she left, giving them a reassuring squeeze.
"I promise you'll be safe, okay?" I said, looking her in the eye. She nodded, a little less shaky, and we hugged briefly before she walked out.
As the door shut, I sank into my chair, trying to shake off the heaviness of it all. Kelly turned to me, looking a little uneasy.
"Do you think we can handle this?" she asked, her voice lower than usual.
I didn't hesitate. "Damn right we can," I said, more confidently than I felt. "It's bigger than we thought, but we got this."
I glanced over at James, who was typing away.
"What's the update on those Hispanic guys he met up with?" I asked, hoping for something that would move us forward.
James shook his head. "Nothing new, but we got a tip that a private jet is leaving today. Not sure where it's headed."
"Track the plane," I said, my mind already running through possibilities.
"On it," James said, getting up to make the call.
Just then, a knock on the open door made me glance up. Greg strolled in, looking as smug as ever.
I groaned internally; I wasn't in the mood for his nonsense today.
"Well, well, well," Greg said, smirking. "Is it getting too much for you ladies to handle?"
Before I could say anything, Kelly did.
"Boy get the fuck out of here," she spat, her voice sharp.
Greg laughed, clearly loving every second of it. "Oh, here we go, the angry Black woman. Predictable."
Kelly looked ready to throw hands, her fists clenched and her chair scraping against the floor as she stood up. I grabbed her arm before she could do something she'd regret.
"Kelly, don't," I said, my voice calm but firm. "Don't let this coward get to you. He's not worth it."
Kelly's jaw tightened, but she sat back down, though I could see her shaking with anger. Greg had always known how to push buttons, but I wasn't going to let him get a rise out of us today.
Greg turned his attention to me, eyes narrowing as his smirk grew wider. "Oh, you've got some balls, huh?"
I stood up, locking eyes with him.
"You don't know who you're messing with," I said, keeping my voice steady.
He chuckled, his hands slipping into his pockets. "No," he said, leaning in slightly, "you, sweetheart, don't know who you're fucking with."
