As I left the Hamilton Hotel, the weight of everything Patrick had shared lingered in my mind. Dinner had been the last thing I wanted, but somehow, he convinced me and I ended up enjoying the moments we spent time together. Now, driving home, I was drowning in all the information, trying to piece together where to even begin. How would this end? How deep did everything go? I had more questions than answers.
When I finally pulled into the driveway and stepped through the door, Brenda and Vikylou were waiting for me in the living room. The moment they saw me, they both stood up, their faces a mix of concern and anticipation. Brenda's eyes narrowed, and Vikylou crossed her arms as if preparing for bad news.
"What the fuck is going on, Monica?" Brenda demanded; her tone sharp but laced with worry. "Armand texted us. Said you were coming home to brief us. Is this about hacking?"
