That morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. The alarm blared, making the sensation worse. I groaned, fumbling to turn it off, and stared at the ceiling. Something felt off like the day was already conspiring against me.<\/p>\n
At work, my boss, Lori, was standing at the head of the table, her sharp eyes scanning the room like a hawk circling prey. Meetings with Lori were less about collaboration and more about survival.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood morning, team! Before we dive into the numbers,\u201d Lori began, her gaze settling on me, \u201cI have a special assignment.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSophia,\u201d she continued, \u201cyou\u2019ll be heading to Montana. There\u2019s a small mountain town where our competitors are testing campaigns. I want you there by tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMontana?!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Montana. You\u2019ll gather intel on their strategies. We need to stay ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it\u2019s Thanksgiving! I had plans.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lori cut me off. \u201cPlans can wait. This is business. You\u2019re the best we\u2019ve got for this kind of work.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced around the room. The silence was deafening.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll get it done,\u201d I muttered, my hands clenched under the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcellent! Now, let\u2019s discuss next quarter\u2019s goals.\u201d<\/p>\n
It felt ridiculous, yet there was no arguing with Lori. She wielded her authority like a weapon, and one wrong move could mean the end of my career.<\/p>\n
After the meeting, I opened my laptop and sighed, staring at the cursor blinking in the search bar.<\/p>\n
\u201cMontana, here I come,\u201d I muttered, booking a flight.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
I packed my suitcase in record time, and in a few hours, I was seated on the plane, staring out the window at the clouds gathering in the distance.<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks like we\u2019re in for some holiday weather,\u201d a voice said beside me.<\/p>\n
I turned to see a man settling into the seat next to mine. He had a warm, easy smile and a kind face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m Justin,\u201d he said, extending a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cSophia,\u201d I replied, shaking it.<\/p>\n
The usual polite small talk followed: where we were headed, what we did for a living. Then, after the second glass of sparkling wine, without thinking much, I let it slip.<\/p>\n
\u201cActually, I\u2019m supposed to gather ideas from competitors for my job. I guess you could call it espionage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, somebody has to do it,\u201d I said lightly, though the bitterness crept into my voice.<\/p>\n
The flight passed quickly, thanks to Justin\u2019s friendly conversation. But the moment we landed, the storm was full-blown chaos. Snow piled up against the terminal windows, and I had a connecting flight.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll flights are canceled until further notice,\u201d the intercom blared.<\/p>\n
I sighed, pulling my coat tighter around me. The thought of spending the night in the freezing terminal made my headache return, so I opened the phone and searched for a hotel.<\/p>\n
\u201cRough day?\u201d Justin appeared again, dragging his suitcase.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could say that.\u201d I showed him the fully booked hotel listings on my phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell. I live nearby. It\u2019s not fancy, but you\u2019re welcome to stay.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked at him. \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s better than freezing here. Come on.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grateful and too tired to argue, I followed him out into the snowy night.<\/p>\n
When we arrived at Justin\u2019s house, the snow was falling in thick, quiet flakes. The world outside was still, as though the storm had tucked everything in for the night.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone\u2019s asleep,\u201d Justin said, taking off his boots by the door. \u201cI\u2019ll show you to the guest room.\u201d<\/p>\n
I followed him up a narrow staircase. The house had a lived-in charm \u2014 family photos lined the walls, and the faint scent of pine lingered in the air. Justin opened a door and flicked on the light.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere you go,\u201d he said. \u201cMake yourself comfortable. There are extra blankets in the closet if you need them. I’ll leave some tea and dinner for you downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n
As he left, I glanced around the room. Suddenly, I noticed a photo on the wall. It was Justin, smiling broadly, with a group of employees in front of a sign. The logo on the sign was unmistakable. My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
Justin is the competitor!<\/p>\n
Before I could process the shock, my phone started buzzing on the nightstand. I groaned, knowing exactly who it was. Sure enough, Lori\u2019s name flashed across the screen. Reluctantly, I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, well,\u201d Lori\u2019s voice crackled through the line, filled with satisfaction after I’d told her everything. \u201cLooks like you\u2019re exactly where you need to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLori,\u201d I began, keeping my voice low, \u201cthis isn\u2019t…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cListen, Sophia,\u201d she cut me off. \u201cI don\u2019t care about your excuses. You\u2019re there to get the job done. Dig through his files, find out what projects they\u2019re working on, and send me everything. Don\u2019t forget, I can make it look like this was all your idea. Clients won\u2019t trust someone who spies on their own. Understood?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her words were ice in my veins. I hesitated, torn between guilt and the crushing pressure of her threats.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine,\u201d I muttered finally.<\/p>\n
The call ended, leaving me feeling like I\u2019d just made a deal with the devil.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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