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The Truth About Lying
She stuck out her hand. Her grip was stronger than he expected. "Let's talk in the back. Vincent's waiting. Follow me.”
Jacinta Borges de Castro was the third daughter of a Portuguese banking dynasty. Raised in Macau, among pearls and marble staircases, she was never willing to play along.
At thirteen she hacked the regional education authority’s student-records system and wiped a teacher’s disciplinary file as a joke. By sixteen she was taking freelance coding jobs, never asking who was really paying. Unbeknownst to him, her father’s bank hired her to test their security. She saw the truth he kept encrypted. He wasn't a banker. He was a predator. A merciless lender who bled the poor dry while sipping vintage port.
Betrayed and furious, she didn’t pack a bag, she just got on a plane, changed her name to Jinji, and never went back.
Henry followed her through the kitchen, past volunteers chopping vegetables and stirring massive pots of soup, to a small office.
She pushed open a heavy steel door. Inside a man sat at a desk. Late forties, Black, with graying hair.
"Vincent Okafor," he said, standing up. "Former priest, current heretic, full-time believer that humanity's greatest sin isn't lust or greed. It's choosing not to see the truth when it’s staring them in the face.”
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