Chapter 4 - The Torn Lining
Inside the satin lining of her designer handbag, a hidden tear revealed a deep pocket she had completely forgotten existed.
It was a secret compartment designed into the bespoke bag years ago by her late husband before he passed away.
Eleanor reached deep inside, pulling out an old flash drive wrapped in black electrical tape, identical to the one mentioned on the note.
"No... this was locked inside the corporate vault," Eleanor whispered to the empty room, her hands trembling violently.
She rushed over to her laptop resting on the antique desk, plugging the mysterious flash drive into the USB port.
A password prompt flickered onto the high-resolution screen, demanding a six-digit numerical code to unlock the encrypted files.
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Eleanor stared at the blinking cursor, remembering the numbers written on the scrap of paper Caleb had left behind.
With shaking fingers, she typed in the six digits, holding her breath as the loading bar surged forward across the screen.
