"Easy does it this time, Scarlett and captain. We don't want another bed-breaking incident," Scarlett had teased confidently back then. "I'm just helping the captain relax, he's been too uptight. Don't say such things around your brother-in-law."
Henry Lawson, part of the team channel, had been silently listening at that moment.
Now, Scarlett sat motionless, her mind reeling as if struck by a bolt. It wasn't an isolated incident. It had occurred multiple times. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, her chest constricting painfully.
Her spouse, the intelligence analyst, possessed the highest security clearance on the team. He had access to all surveillance feeds, every concealed camera, every recording. "Let me see," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want to view all of his browsing history."
Bianca, the First Captain, gave her an impassive look before gesturing to the guard. "Provide her access."