Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Like a detective on the case I had to admit that eating pizza with Aren in his super–fancy office was a peculiar experience. If anyone could ever look glamorous and captivating while shoving a pizza triangle in their mouth, it would be Aren. I had no idea how he pulled that off, but I should have expected that much. After all, his aura of dominance was as strong as ever, even when he was wearing a pair of jeans and a casual shirt instead of his elegant suit. 

He insisted that I go home, but I said that I wanted to stay in the company and go through the surveillance footage with him and Mr. Clark. I was swaying on my feet, but it was also the most exciting and thallenging event I had ever been a part of. There was no way in hell that I would have missed it. Of course, I couldn‘t say it in front of Aren. I bet that he found nothing exciting about dealing with the huge number of problems that this hacker attack had caused... 

After I firmly stated that I wasn‘t going anywhere, Aren finally agreed for me to join the mole tracking squad. Unfortunately, it wasn‘t as exciting as I initially thought. Since I had narrowed down the time frame to an hour window, I assumed that we would find the mole quickly. What I didn‘t assume was that there were over twenty cameras around the department‘s corridor and entrance and that there was no camera directed at any of the computers in the planning department. That made everything much more complicated. 

An hour later, I was staring blankly at the monitor, trying to make a list of people that had a chance of getting closer to one of the computers. Having a complete list of employees from that department along with their pictures to compare in front of me, I kept making notes, trying to determine a potential mole, but truthfully, I didn‘t feel like it was going anywhere. “Is there anything particular that we should pay attention to?” Mr. Clark asked, taking a short break from watching his part of the footage. 

He and three other security department employees shifted their eyes from the monitors to me, seeking my guidance. 

–“Well... we could be looking for a flash drive which could look like... anything... But the mole could send the software from his phone, for example, through the Bluetooth connection.” I smiled wryly, knowing that my information wasn‘t helpful at all. 

“Don‘t look at the objects. Look at people instead,” Aren instructed as he stopped in between writing the hundredth email to manage the crisis. “We need to focus on finding the anomaly in human behavior. Look for anyone nervous, distracted, or oddly anxious, and put that person on the list,” he ordered. 

The five of us going through the footage nodded and got back to observing the screen with the new approach in mind. Unfortunately, every single face I saw on my monitor seemed equally normal or dull. Not a single out–of–ordinary gesture caught my attention until one person popped out on the screen–Davies. My heart started to pound, although it could have been normal that he was caught in the footage. After all, his department cooperated with the planning department rather closely. Nonetheless, I had this feeling in my gut that he wasn‘t there for any work–related reason. He looked over his shoulder several times, and then I saw him calling out for one of the planners 

excitement rushed through me. I checked the timing mark on the footage–it said twenty past three. It wasn‘t the proof I wanted, but it was odd enough behavior to raise suspicion. I ignored the rest of the people I had put on my list before and skipped the footage on fast–forward until

think I‘ve found something,” I announced

stood up and walked over to my desk to look at my screen. I showed them the parts of the footage where Davies entered and then walked out of the open–space office. As I watched it again, I became even more certain that I was looking at the mole. Was I prejudiced because I suspected him from the start? I suddenly started to wonder what if I wasn‘t about to accuse the wrong person... “Has anyone seen Davies in any of the other cameras‘ footage?” Aren asked,

heads. A sound of frustration left my throat. It was four in the morning, and we hadn‘t

yourself up. You‘ve found enough for us to make use of

K Sald. 

judging by his lack of composure, he would be easy to break during the interrogation,” he explained, his eyes dangerously darkening. I swallowed and

to be a police detective, and he‘s highly efficient in cases like this

it was possible. Aren told his employees to go home and get some rest. He and Mr. Clark planned to ambush Davies in the morning, as soon as he

Marcus. He will take you back to the penthouse. You need to go to sleep. I will stay here and sleep in the office as soon as I‘m done sending

overloaded with information and needed a few hours of sleep to process everything. Nonetheless, I

I take the rest of the footage home?” I asked. “I just

me to place a soft kiss on my forehead. “Of course,” he replied, and told someone to

about two seconds after my head landed on the pillow. I truly hoped that Aren took some time to sleep as well. He worked relentlessly for hours with little regard for his health. I might have been merely his contracted liancée, but I felt as if it should have been my responsibility to take care of him... or at least to make sure that he would take care of himself. Since, at that moment, I could do neither of those things, I decided to go to his office to check on him later.