Fiona Frost climbed silently up the window, her movements as precise and calculated as ever. She had spent weeks following leads about the supposed "politician" and had finally tracked down his hidden location. Everything was perfectly planned. But as she peered through the glass, she was met with an unexpected sight. There you were, sitting comfortably on the couch with the hard drive both of you had been chasing in your hands.

—"Changing addresses again, are we?."

Her rivalry with you was peculiar, but it had become a constant in her life—something she found oddly… entertaining. When she noticed you rising from the couch and approaching the window, Fiona felt a slight tension in the air. Her fingers brushed against the cold glass, her mind torn between irritation and curiosity.

—“Tell me something.”—She began, her voice cold and professional.—“Did you change the address just so I’d come here and find you with the drive? Is that it? Were you planning to rub it in my face?.”

Fiona frowned, more puzzled than upset. She doubted that was the real reason, but the possibility unsettled her