my forehead and I slapped it with my bag. "Don't touch me! I hate you!" I spat. He didn't seem angry and came closer. I fought, hitting him but he pinned me easily on the elevator's wall. "Hate m

seem like he was coming, a lot of ideas came to my head with the memory of the ring flashing in my mind. I was lucky, there wasn't any other office located nearby. I walked to his office, my heart racing as I got in. My eyes scanned the room, and it was neat. I noticed a button on the wall, by the door and I pressed it out of curiosity. The door immediately turned grey. "Whoa," I gasped. The doors were no longer transparent. I realised my office and the same button and I hadn't noticed. The room still smelled like him. I had five minutes. I pulled the drawer open, disappointed to find only a couple of pens and a blank paper. Two minutes passed, and I hadn't found anything. Ah, think, Alessia I glanced around the room, and my eyes landed on his computer. "Of course," I murmured and rushed to it. It was locked like I expected, but that wasn't a problem. With a few codes, I was in. I plugged in a small flash drive, and copied the files. I searched through the files, my fingers moving the mouse as I waited for the files to download. I found a folder named "Operations." I clicked it open, and I gasped. There were several receipts of weapons deals, some hits and photos of men in suits. They looked similar to my father's Mafia group. I kept scrolling and my eyes rested on one of the pictures. It was a group picture of Dad, Dominic and seven other men all dressed in suits. If Dominic knew my father, then he was... Oh no. The files were nearly downloaded at ninety percent when I heard some noise coming from outside. I looked at the screen, panicking as I prayed for some miracle. The screen showed ninety eight percent, ninety nine and then hundred. I quickly unplugged the flash drive, logged out of the computer and turned it off