“It’s time,” Markus said quietly as he switched on the projector screen inside the media conference room. “Once they see this, everyone will know who the real culprit is.”

Rosemary stood before the large screen, her expression firm. Her hair was neatly tied, her face pale but her eyes burned with resolve. In her hand, the small flash drive felt like a ticking bomb—ready to either save her or destroy her.

“Are you sure the data’s intact?” she asked, her voice tight.

Markus nodded. “I checked everything. The transaction logs clearly show Cassandra transferring the company’s funds to an offshore account under her name.”

Rosemary took a deep breath. “Alright....