A Little girl whispers “There’s a camera in your office ” Millionaire exposes spy fiancée…

Isla studied his face with those two wise eyes. Are you sorry enough to do something about it? What do you mean? I mean Sabrina is still in our house right now, probably, planting more devices or stealing more information while we’re out here talking. I mean Miles is probably getting a report from her tonight about how successfully she handled your suspicions.

I mean they’re going to keep doing this until they get whatever they came for, and then they’ll disappear and leave us with nothing. Eli felt something shift inside his chest, a hardening of resolve that reminded him why he’d been successful in business for so long. Isla was right.

While he’d been wrestling with his emotions and hoping for impossible explanations, the people who’d betrayed them were probably making their final moves. What do you need me to do, he asked. I need you to trust me, Isla said simply.

Not just believe me, but actually trust me enough to let me help catch them. I’ve been working on something while you were… figuring things out. She opened her… tablet and showed him a screen full of data streams and network traffic that looked like something from his own cyber security programs.

I’ve been monitoring their communications for the past three days. They’re planning something big for tomorrow. Night.

Something called final extraction that involves your prototype algorithm. How do you know all this? Because I hacked their surveillance system, Isla said matter-of-factly. The same way they’ve been watching us, I’ve been watching them.

And Eli? Her voice grew harder, more determined than any eight-year-olds should ever need to be. They’re not just stealing your algorithm. They’re planning to destroy your reputation by making it look like you sold it voluntarily.

Miles has been preparing documents that make you look like a willing collaborator. The final piece of the puzzle clicked into place with crystalline clarity. This wasn’t just industrial espionage.

It was character assassination designed to destroy him completely while enriching his enemies. And he’d almost let it happen because he’d been too emotionally compromised to trust the one person who’d been trying to save him. Eli looked at this remarkable child who’d been abandoned by multiple families, who’d learned to read deception and betrayal in adults’ faces as a survival skill, who’d used her pain and experience to develop instincts that had already saved him once.

I trust you, he said, and this time he meant it completely. What’s the plan? Isla’s smile was fierce and determined. We’re going to give them exactly what they want, and when they take it, we’re going to be ready.

The hardest lessons come when we realize our hearts and our minds are telling us different things. Have you ever had to choose between what you wanted to believe and what you knew was true? The truth came in fragments over the next 18 hours, each piece more damning than the last. Josephine found the first breakthrough while sorting through financial records she’d quietly been investigating.

Miles Wren, Eli’s trusted CFO and supposed best friend, had received three separate wire transfers totaling $200,000 over the past six months. The money had come from shell companies ultimately traced to Apex Industries, Eli’s biggest competitor in the cybersecurity market. He’s been selling you out from the beginning, Josephine told Eli grimly as they huddled around her laptop in the library.

Every business strategy, every client meeting, every product development timeline, he’s had access to all of it, but it was Isla who uncovered the betrayal. Using techniques that impressed even Eli’s professional paranoia, she’d managed to decrypt portions of the communications between Sabrina and her handlers. What they revealed was a conspiracy more sophisticated and cold-blooded than any of them had imagined.

Look at this, Isla said, pulling up intercepted text messages on her tablet. Sabrina isn’t just some corporate spy they hired. She’s been working for Apex for three years, specializing in what they call intimate infiltration of target executives.

Eli’s blood turned to ice as he read over her shoulder. The messages discussed Sabrina’s previous assignments, a defense contractor in DC, a pharmaceutical executive in Boston, a tech startup founder in Seattle. All men, all successful, all subsequently destroyed when their trade secrets were stolen and their companies collapsed under mysterious scandals.

She’s done this before, he said numbly, multiple times. It gets worse, Isla continued scrolling through more intercepted data. They’ve been planning your destruction for almost a year.

Miles gave them your psychological profile, your relationship, history, even details about your parents’ death. They designed Sabrina’s entire persona specifically to appeal to you. The casual cruelty of it stole Eli’s breath…