At the Atom’s Company

Nichole sat in an office and to her front sat a laptop. Her hands were huskily kissing the keypads in a rush.

Every tap on the keyboard was crucial, and Nichole knew she couldn't afford to make any mistakes. The information she was inputting would be used to transfer funds out of the company accounts and into the account of the man she met the other day, at night. He had been blackmailing her for months.

He knew much about her past since when Max and Carmela were ...