The next few days were a whirlwind of tension and strategy as Henry and Alison raced against time to gather information on Mark's clandestine meetings. They communicated constantly, sharing leads and discussing their plans in hushed tones, the office buzzing with activity around them. Each moment spent together ignited a spark of chemistry that neither could ignore.
One late afternoon, after a particularly taxing day of meetings, Henry invited Alison to his office. The air was thick with unspoken feelings as they settled into the familiar rhythm of their collaboration.
"Have you made any progress with your contact?" Henry asked, his gaze piercing but searching.
Alison took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering tension. "Not yet, but I'll meet with Jacob again tomorrow. He mentioned he might have a lead on Mark's meeting."
Henry leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "Good. We need that intel if we're going to stop him."
