That night, the desk lamp in Arga’s office glowed dimly, casting a soft light over the stacks of dark-colored folders and documents. Outside, a drizzle tapped steadily against the window, creating a monotonous rhythm that seemed to keep them anchored in their work.

Vania sat across the desk, staring at a document Arga had just placed in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to make sense of the lines of numbers and legal terms filling the page.

“What is this?” she asked, her voice low but tense.

Arga leaned forward, pointing to the bottom of the page. “A transaction report from Devandra’s company… but look closely at...