Martin froze.
Completely.
The room went silent.
"What?"
Lana straightened.
For the first time since entering the room, determination began replacing despair.
"Use me."
Martin stared.
As if she had lost her mind.
"Lana—"
"I am already inside."
She stepped closer.
"They trust me."
More importantly...
"They underestimate me."
Martin's expression shifted.
Very slightly.
Because he knew she wasn't wrong.
Lana continued.
"You said it yourself."
Her voice became steadier.
"I can't beat them in a direct confrontation."
A bitter smile appeared.
"So let's stop playing their game."
Martin looked increasingly alarmed.
"Lana—"
"No."
She cut him off.
"What do you need?"
The question hung between them.
Dangerous.
Tempting.
Terrifying.
"What information?"
"What documents?
