The Sinner.

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I was just getting out of the place when I got Iris's message.

                           *************

Iris
Done with the job?
                                                           Leo                    
                                Yes. What happened?
Iris
Well.....
                                                           Leo
                         Iris, tell me, what the fuck             
                         is going on. Is everything.
                         okay?
Iris
Well everyone is going
crazy as the whole board of
directors have called an
emergency meeting on
tuesday and Mr. Johnson will
be also there. There are
some very serious crises
going on as some very important
people of the board are going
missing and the information
of our agents have been also
leaking. It's bizarre.

                                                           Leo
                         Wait tuesday, information,                     
                     agents, crises what the- I am
                        catching the next flight and
                     coming back to L.A.

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With that I tossed the phone on the passenger seat and drove off to my hotel room, worrying about my sister and my team. What if they get missing I can't lose any of them neither Andrew, my best friend, Sam my best advisor nor Chris my techno boy. I am right now flying back to our headquarters, LA.

I felt a knot tightening in my chest, a weight pressing down that I couldn’t shake off. Everyone was losing their minds—missing agents, leaked information, and now this emergency meeting. What the hell is going on? The panic crept in as I thought about my sister, my team. What if something happens to them? I can't lose any of them, not Andrew, not Sam, not Chris. The thought of it hit me like a punch to the gut.

The frustration was building, making it hard to focus. I needed to move, needed to act. I couldn’t just sit around waiting for more bad news to drop. Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control, and I hated it. My head was spinning, but I knew one thing—I had to get back to L.A. now. I slammed my phone down, threw my bags in the car, and headed straight to the airport, my heart racing, my mind unable to quiet the gnawing fear.

I had reached my hotel, I packed my bags and paid for everything by my black card. Obvi. I threw my bags in my Mustang and on my way booked the latest first class flight to LA.

I reached the airport and boarded the flight, my mind a mess of worry and frustration. The entire trip was a blur. I couldn’t sit still; my thoughts kept racing back to my sister. What the hell was happening? I needed answers, and fast. The only thing that mattered was getting to L.A. and finding her. I needed to see her, talk to her, and figure out what kind of mess we were in.

When I landed, I wasted no time. I headed straight to our headquarters, my body buzzing with anxiety. As soon as I walked in, it was like stepping back in time. The place hadn’t changed at all in four years. Four long years since I left for London, and now I’m 33, my sister is 35. She’s happy, or at least she was the last time we spoke, caught up in whether or not to get engaged to Vincent Leonard. If I were her, I wouldn’t even think twice. With a guy like Vincent, there’s no question. But right now, all of that felt distant. There were bigger things happening, things I needed to understand.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice where I was going. I turned the corner and bumped into Andrew, my best mate.

I happily, with a genuine smile said, "Andrew my man how are you?"

Answering me he said, "I am good man, but I got into a huge Banter with my girlfriend. Emi. But wait, what are you doing here? " He questioned me.

I answered, "I am back from London and I just completed my last mission in England."

He says, "Oh great!, it has been long since I saw you last."

"There have been some serious activities that are being done and no one has informed me about them." I clearly stated.

He panicked and said, "Who s-said? There is nothing going on everything is great. And what do you mean about serious activities?"

"Are you sure there is nothing. Nothing like agents getting kidnapped or a leak of info."
I said clearly and suspicious.

"Ahh nothing" then he exclaimed, "I can't do this anymore! Well Iris said to not tell you anything."

"But Iris only sent me a message regarding this." I said in confusion.

"It was Vincent because she was getting too stressed out about this and even landed in the hospital 2 times. And he didn't like it and he sent you a message from her phone." He said in a blur clearly scared of the fact what my sister is going to do to them.

I stormed through the hallways, barely registering the people around me. "You all are so fucking sons of..." I bit my tongue, cutting off the rage. No time for these idiots. I had bigger problems.

I headed straight for my sister's cabin, but it was empty. A cold wave of dread crept over me. Where the hell was she? I moved to our team cabin, hoping to find someone, anyone, but it was deserted too. Every second felt like a punch to my gut, but I kept pushing forward, trying to ignore the knot tightening in my chest.

I slammed the door open, not caring where I ended up, frustration burning in my veins. The room smelled like sweat and leather, familiar and raw. Punching bags hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly, and then I saw her.

Xena.

She was in the middle of the ring, fists wrapped, slamming punch after punch into the bag with brutal precision. Each hit echoed through the room, her movements sharp and angry. She wasn’t just boxing—she was fighting something deeper, something raging inside her. Her brow was furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes dark with annoyance and something even darker.

The force of her punches sent the bag swinging wildly, but she kept going, relentless. I could feel the tension rolling off her from across the room, like she was daring the world to challenge her, to give her something to tear apart. Sweat glistened on her skin, muscles taut and ready for a fight. It was like watching a storm unravel, each hit like lightning, each step like thunder.

And for a second, I almost forgot why I was there. I was standing there frozen and admiring her anger.

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