Night fell slowly over the city, wrapping the skyline in a misty gray shroud. Inside a small apartment downtown, Rosemary stared at her laptop screen, her tired eyes reflecting the cold blue glow. She hadn’t slept properly in three days. Every hour was spent chasing fragments of data, hoping to find even the smallest proof that Cassandra was behind the chaos destroying Adrian’s life.

Papers, USB drives, and scribbled notes littered the table — names of investors, access codes, and dates tied to Adrian’s old security systems.

She scribbled furiously in her notebook.

If Cassandra used my old access route, then she has someone inside Adrian’s company. Which means... there’s...