On the day of the meeting, the weather mirrored my mood—gray and uncertain. I arrived at the address, a nondescript office building downtown, and made my way inside. The lobby was quiet, the receptionist offering a practiced smile. « I’m here for a meeting, » I said, showing the email on my phone as proof. She directed me to a conference room on the third floor. As I entered, I was greeted by a man who introduced himself as Mr. Harris, a private investigator. « I’ve been looking into cases like yours, » he said, his demeanor professional yet reassuring. « There’s a pattern emerging, and I think there’s more going on than meets the eye. » His words were both troubling and relieving. Perhaps I wasn’t alone in this, but the implications were daunting. « What do you mean? » I asked, eager to learn more. Mr. Harris leaned forward, his expression serious. « It’s possible your information was compromised as part of a larger scheme, » he explained. « I’m trying to trace the source. »
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
