The morning sun filtered through the tall glass windows of ArgaTech’s main office, painting streaks of gold across the floor. Vania was already at her desk, typing furiously on her laptop, her face pale from another sleepless night.

She stopped for a moment, staring at the headline flashing across the news site:

> “Vania Halim – The Woman Behind Arga Wiratama’s Downfall?”

Her fingers froze. “What is this?” she whispered.

Before she could scroll further, the door to Arga’s office burst open. “Vania!” Arga called, his voice sharp but shaken. He held a printed newspaper in one hand, his jaw clenched. “Have you seen this?”

She nodded slowly. “Just now.”...