By evening, I was more than ready for the meeting. I arrived early at the nondescript café, choosing a corner booth far from prying eyes. My colleague, Sam, joined me shortly after, his expression serious. « You look like you’ve seen a ghost, » he said, taking a seat. I slid the folder across the table, watching his face as he read. He paused, looking up at me with a mix of astonishment and concern.
« This is…heavy, » he said, his voice low. « Are you sure you’re ready to dig into this? It could get messy. » I nodded, knowing that if I didn’t act, the consequences could be worse. « I need to understand who we’re dealing with, » I replied, the resolve in my voice surprising even me.
We discussed our next steps, careful to avoid naming names or revealing too much. Sam suggested reaching out to a contact he had in legal, someone who could provide insight without raising alarms. « But be careful, » he warned. « The higher you go, the murkier it gets. »
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