Thira took a sip from the glass of water on her desk, directing all her attention to the computer screen gleaming before her.

The traps she had set up for those treacherous informants within their company were beginning to yield results.

About three of the cloned email addresses had received messages from the suspects agreeing to her terms and conditions; all she had to do now was extend her hook, and the silly bait would catch on to it.

"Should I inform Riven at this point?" she reasoned.

"No, ...