The Wedding

Chris and I sat across from each other at the table in my condo unit as we sipped hot coffee. It had been a while since we last spoke without involving our past, and I could sense the tension between us. But I knew I had to be blunt and straightforward if I wanted to get what I came for.

"Look, Chris," I said, setting my coffee cup down on the table. "You lost your job, and your only chance to get it back is to give me what I need. I need your help with something."

Chris looked up at me, his expression guarded. "What do you mean?"

"There's some information I need, and I think you're the only one who can get it for me," I explained. "But it's risky, and it could get both of us in trouble if we're caught."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "What kind of information?"

I hesitated, wondering if I should reveal my plan. But something in Chris's eyes told me he was genuinely interested, despite his reservations.

"Well, I need you to hack into someone's email address," I s