e what she was up to, so I said, "You're not going to break into the bank, are you?" "That's exactly what I'm going to do," she said. I was going to object, but she interrupted me a

my name, and a box opened. For a moment, I was very afraid of what I might find inside, but I opened the box in front of Safir's daughter and the black man, to find inside a yellow file. Safir's daughter quickly pulled him out of front of me. She said: We must go. It seemed to me. She found what she was looking for because Haya and her companion quickly left. Under the yellow file was a small piece of paper with my friend's handwriting on it: "Never meet anyone." And some symbols that I felt like I knew, but I didn't remember how. I took out the paper and put it in my pocket. I put the box back in its place and we left. For three days I haven't heard anything from Abenet Safir, and I haven't even found her in the club. When she was playing tennis...and as the phone calls stopped, I knew that her mission was over and that now she would never think again about us. If what we had was real and not just a way to end her mission, I felt very angry and I still feel very angry. He had more than ten days off work left. I took out the files for the project I was working on and immersed myself in the design until I forgot this strange feeling. Out of excitement, I modified the design and finished it in fifteen hours. I gathered everything and headed to my workplace where I presented the design to my manager and he seemed happy with my work. With the completion of the project in record time, I returned to my work and no