Lena's pov
The message came just after midnight, breaking the fragile silence of my apartment.
New briefing. Meet at HQ. Urgent.
I stared at the screen, heart tightening. There was no room for mistakes anymore. This mission was bigger than I thought.
At HQ, Director Mason didn't waste time.
"You'll be working under deep cover," he said, sliding a thick file across the table. "Your target is connected to an international network. We need you close—close enough to uncover secrets before they reach dangerous hands."
I flipped through the dossier—names, locations, schedules. Every detail meticulously recorded.
"This isn't just about a fake relationship anymore," Mason said. "There's an upcoming event—the university prom, held at one of the dorms. It's more than just a dance. Key players will be exchanging sensitive information there."
He looked at me seriously. "You'll have to attend with your fake boyfriend. Your goal is to get close enough to intercept whatever's being passed before it's too late."
The weight of the words sank in like a stone in my chest.
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Understood."
Walking back to my apartment, the city lights blurred around me, but my mind was razor sharp.
This was no longer about playing pretend.
It was about survival.
And the lines between friend and foe, truth and lie, were about to get dangerously blurred.