Arga’s workspace that night glowed with the light of computer screens. Several members of the forensic team typed rapidly, their monitors flashing with streams of graphs, codes, and system logs. Vania stood behind them, her anxious eyes darting to every line of data that appeared.

One technician approached Arga with a tense expression, handing him a flash drive. “Here it is, sir. The original log we managed to recover. Proof that the data was altered by someone inside Devandra’s company. The manipulation is neat, but the overwrite pattern is impossible to execute from outside.”

Arga accepted the flash drive carefully, as if the small object carried the weight of a...