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 Zashery secretly meet's Anthony and told him a deadly secret about Angelina 😱

It was a stormy night in August.
Rain slashed the windows of the old diner on the edge of town, thunder rumbling like a warning. Inside, Zashery sat alone in a corner booth, her hoodie pulled low, nervously checking the time. The waitress had already refilled her coffee three times. She wasn’t there for caffeine — she was there for Anthony.

At exactly 11:47 PM, Anthony walked in. His eyes scanned the diner. He spotted Zashery and walked over, confused but curious.

“Why all the secrecy, Z?” he asked, sliding into the seat across from her.

Zashery didn’t speak immediately. She looked around to make sure no one was listening. Then, with a trembling hand, she pulled out a small black flash drive from her pocket and placed it on the table.

“What’s this?”

Zashery leaned in and whispered:
“Everything you thought you knew about Angelina… is a lie.”

Anthony’s heart skipped a beat. He narrowed his eyes.
“What do you mean?”

Zashery exhaled sharply.
“Angelina was never supposed to be in your life. She wasn’t who she said she was. She didn’t come to town for a fresh start… she came to finish something.”

Anthony leaned back.
“Zashery, you’re not making any sense.”

Zashery opened her phone and showed him a photo.
It was a surveillance image — grainy but clear enough. It showed Angelina… meeting someone at midnight in a graveyard. She was handing over a suitcase.

Anthony’s mouth went dry.

Zashery continued.
“That man she met? His name is Marco Delano — ex-intelligence, disappeared five years ago after being tied to an assassination plot. Angelina worked with him. The flash drive contains emails, plans… and a video confession from someone who used to work with them.”

Anthony’s voice was low.
“You’re saying Angelina’s a killer?”

Zashery looked him straight in the eye.
“No, I’m saying… she’s part of something bigger. And you’re the next target.”

Silence hung between them, only broken by the distant thunder and clink of dishes in the kitchen. Anthony reached for the flash drive, but Zashery grabbed his hand.

“Listen to me carefully — the moment you open that drive, you’ll be watched. She has people everywhere. You need to be smart, Anthony.”

He pulled his hand back, eyes burning with questions.
“Why are you telling me this?”

Zashery hesitated. Then, almost in a whisper:
“Because I owe you. And because… she ruined my brother’s life. I won't let her do the same to yours.”

Just then, a black SUV pulled up outside the diner. Zashery saw it in the reflection of the window and froze.

“That’s her car,” she whispered. “You have to go. Now!”

Anthony quickly stood up.
“What about you?”

Zashery gave him a sad smile.
“I’ll handle it. Just trust me. And don’t trust her.”

As Anthony slipped out the back door of the diner, clutching the flash drive, Zashery turned to face the front entrance, just as the door creaked open…

And in stepped Angelina.

Dripping wet, eyes calm but cold, she looked around the diner — then locked eyes with Zashery.

“We need to talk,” Angelina said flatly. “Now.”