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Harriet sighs and walks to the door. She puts her hand on the doorknob but turns back before she opens it.

“Also, our security cameras have been changed up. Bryce’s team says they were hacked. Probably nothing to be worried about. That shit happens all the time, but I’m not taking any chances,” Harriet states.

I pause. “What do you mean? When?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know exactly. I can have Bryce send you a report.”

“Please do,” I reply as the wheels in my head start to spin.

She leaves me sitting there with more questions than answers. I hit send on an email to Conner with the transportation bill research that Alexis had completed before leaving. I want him to go over things and give me talking points.

I decide to call my mentor, Charles Richards, to inquire if he knows anything about the brotherhood watching my office. It’s worth a shot. Chuck, as we call him, is old now and not as involved, but he might know—many members tend to confide in him. I dial his number.

“Sebastian, to what do I owe the honor?”

“Hi, Chuck. I’m curious if you’ve heard any rumblings amongst friends lately.”

“About?”

“My office had a security breach and a break-in, any idea if my friends are responsible?” I inquire, speaking with our code words in case the line is compromised.

“They are always watching, Sebastian. You know that. Maybe consider that when you make your choices in the future. I can’t confirm if that’s what’s happened in your case, so be careful,” he warns. Fuck, his answer is all the answer I need.

“Yes, sir.”

“Anything else?” he asks.

“Nope. That’ll do.”

“Very well, keep your head on straight, boy. You’re so close to your goal,” he reminds me.

“Yes, I know. I’ll talk to you later.” I hang up, pull a burner phone out of my desk, and call Conner.

“Mr. Sterling’s office,” Pricilla answers. Pricilla. She’s in her thirties and looks like a supermodel. I’m nearly one hundred percent sure that she had a thing with Conner at some point, but he’d never kiss and tell. She is amazingly good at her job though.

“Hi, Pricilla,” I state.

“Oh, Congressman North. I’ll put you right through,” she states.

There is silence on the other end of the line.

“Where are you calling me from?” Conner’s voice booms a moment later.

“Burner phone.”

“Oh. I didn’t recognize the number.”

“Can you go to another office and call this number back?” I ask.

“Uh, OK,” he says slowly before hanging up.

I wait a few minutes before the burner phone rings again.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Someone’s watching us,” I hiss as I walk out of my office, past Tory at the front desk, and into the hallway.

“I’m sorry, what?”