CHAPTER 454: THE STING

George leaned against the reception desk, his eyes scanning the room with the practiced ease of a seasoned strategist. His dark suit was impeccably tailored, projecting an air of authority that made people give him a wide berth. Lauretta stood beside him, her poise and elegance perfecting his steely demeanor. Michael, the youngest of the trio, fidgeted slightly, his nervous energy barely contained as he clutched a sleek briefcase filled with fabricated documents. "We need to ensure that everything goes according to plan," George murmured, his voice barely audible over the background noise. "The slightest misstep and we lose our chance to catch the mole." Lauretta nodded, her eyes fixed on the elevators at the far end of the lobby. "The meeting room is ready. We just need to get the mole to take the bait." Michael glanced at his watch, the tension in his shoulders evident. "Do you think they'll fall for it?" "They will," George said firmly. "Desperation makes people careless. We've