Michelle nodded, hands steady on the wheel despite the tension in her jaw. "Too close. We need to strengthen our backstory with additional verification points."
"And we got what we came for," Jenna added. "The retreat timing matches our intelligence about the shipment. Eight days from now at Sienna's coastal property."
"Plus your access to their communications system through the newsletter committee." Michelle's expression held genuine appreciation. "Quick thinking with the timeline explanation."
"Improvisation is survival in undercover work," Jenna replied. "Though Kendall wasn't entirely convinced."
At the safe house, they immediately set up to document their findings. Michelle pulled up the secure communication program while Jenna organized their notes, the domestic choreography of their movements requiring no discussion. They navigated the shared space with the unconscious ease of partners accustomed to each other's presence.
"The newsletter committee gives us access to their member database," Jenna noted as she prepared their report. "Names, contact information, contribution levels—potential evidence of money laundering through donations."
Michelle nodded, typing rapidly. "And the retreat location narrows our search parameters for the shipment arrival. We'll need satellite imagery of Sienna's coastal property."
They worked seamlessly through the afternoon, professional focus gradually giving way to tired satisfaction. When Michelle finally closed the laptop, twilight had settled outside their windows.
"Hungry?" Jenna asked, stretching tired muscles.
Michelle nodded, rubbing her neck. "Starving, actually."
Without discussion, they moved to the kitchen together. Jenna retrieved ingredients while Michelle filled a pot with water. The domesticity of the scene struck her with unexpected force.
This wasn't performance for observers. No one watched them here. Yet they moved together with the comfortable rhythm of an established couple, anticipating each other's needs without verbal communication.
"How did you know about Mercer at GreenTech?" Michelle asked as they sat down to eat, genuine curiosity lighting her eyes. "That wasn't in our briefing materials."
Jenna smiled. "I didn't. But corporate restructuring usually happens in predictable patterns. I gambled that if they had records of a CMO appointment, there would logically be a transition period we could use to explain the discrepancy."
"Impressive improvisation," Michelle acknowledged, her expression softening.
The simple compliment warmed Jenna. "Years of undercover work teach you to build on partial truths rather than complete fabrications."
As they finished dinner and cleared dishes together, Jenna found herself watching their reflections in the apartment windows—two women moving in perfect synchronicity.
She was enjoying this—not just the operation's success or the physical connection they'd established, but the simple daily rhythms of sharing space with Michelle. The way Michelle prepared coffee exactly as Jenna preferred without asking. The comfortable silence as they worked side by side.
The phone's ring interrupted her thoughts. Michelle answered on speaker.
"Michelle Rodriguez speaking."
"Is Jenna there as well?" Sienna's distinctive voice filled the kitchen.
"I'm here, Sienna," Jenna confirmed.
"Excellent. I'm finalizing the newsletter committee assignments. Could you handle our member spotlight feature? It would involve interviewing our leadership-track members, highlighting their journeys with PWC."
The request represented unprecedented access—direct conversations with precisely the women most likely to have knowledge of the smuggling operation.
"I'd be honored," Jenna replied, keeping her voice casual despite the significance.
"Wonderful. You'll have full database access and interview privileges starting Tuesday." Sienna paused. "Your contribution today was noticed, Jenna. You have a natural gift for drawing people out. We value that quality at PWC."
After they ended the call, Michelle's smile held genuine pride. "Well done. You've earned their trust faster than we anticipated."
"We'veearned their trust," Jenna corrected gently. "Our performance as a couple is what convinced them."
Michelle didn't contradict her, and something in her silence felt like acknowledgment.
Later, as Jenna prepared for bed, she caught herself humming softly. The operation was progressing perfectly. Their cover was solid. They were gathering critical evidence that might bring justice for three victims who deserved it.
