CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX - Eavesdropping at the Corner

Nia leaned against the subway car wall, her legs feeling weak with relief. She had done it. She had completed her task and evaded a potential threat. As the train hurtled through the tunnels, Nia couldn't help but feel a mix of exhilaration and fear. This was real, dangerous, and she was right in the middle of it. A few days later, Nia found herself facing her most perilous assignment yet. The fake ID Sanders had provided felt heavy in her pocket as she approached the private garage. Her palms were sweaty, and she wiped them nervously on her coveralls. "You must be the new cleaner," the security guard said, barely glancing at her ID. "Through there, cleaning supplies are in the closet on your left." Nia nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She walked into the garage, the smell of oil and rubber filling her nostrils. Rows of expensive cars gleamed under the fluorescent lights. She pretended to busy herself with cleaning, all the while keeping an eye out for her target - a sleek bl