After getting the thing, Celina quickly reached the NextGen Innovations office to hand over the key that was crucial to resolving the current predicament.
"Did Evan really say that?" Aria asked, her voice trembling as she looked at Celina with wide, anxious eyes.
Celina nodded somberly, her brows deeply furrowed. "Hmm."
Aria glanced down at the USB drive in her hand, her fingers trembling constantly as she held it. The weight of the situation almost felt unbearable and she could feel her anxiety growing as she realized the gravity of granting access to such sensitive information.
Her face twisted in concern. "How is Evan? Is he doing well?"
Celina offered a bitter smile, though her eyes revealed her worry. "He seems to be fine," she said softly, avoiding Aria's gaze. Her voice carried a tone of helplessness, struggling to mask her own fear and uncertainty.
Guilt washed over Aria, gnawing at her conscience overwhelmingly.
