The shrill ring of my phone sliced through the tranquility of a deep sleep, dragging me reluctantly back to consciousness. With heavy eyes, I groped for the source of the disturbance, and on seeing the caller ID, my drowsiness gave way to a swift awakening. It was Alpha Orion.
"Good morning, Alpha Orion," I greeted him, my voice carrying a practiced calmness.
"Good morning, Veronica. There is a big trouble in my mansion. It seems someone broke into it and stole most of my valuable documents. Can you come over this morning? Without those documents, our mission can't work out," he explained, a palpable unease underlying his words.
My eyes widened in a feigned shock, a reaction carefully curated to mask the knowledge that I, as Riley, had orchestrated the very act he described. "I'll be at your place shortly," I responded, my voice mirroring concern.
