“Faster, Markus! We need to find that witness before Cassandra knows we’re closing in.”

Adrian’s voice was sharp over the hum of the car slicing through the rain-slicked streets. His jaw was tense, eyes locked on the glowing road ahead.

Markus scrolled nervously through his phone. “His name’s Ryan — former IT technician at Cassandra’s company. He said he’s got the original data before everything was tampered with.”

Adrian’s grip tightened on the wheel. “If that’s true, Cassandra’s finished.”

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Meanwhile, Cassandra stood on the balcony of her luxurious apartment, the night wind whipping through her hair. Her face was calm — too calm — the kind of calm that...