“I won’t stay silent,” Rosemary hissed at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were swollen from crying, but something in her gaze had changed — no longer weakness, but resolve. “If Cassandra thinks she can destroy me… she’s about to learn who’ll really fall.”

That morning, Rosemary arrived at the boutique early. Markus was already waiting in the small back office. On the table sat a laptop, several financial documents, and a cup of untouched coffee.

“Rose, I’ve traced the suspicious transactions,” Markus said, wasting no time. “And you’re right — there are expenses under your signature uploaded through the internal system. But the digital file has strange metadata.”...