The sound of heavy rain battered the windows of Adrian’s office that night. On his desk lay piles of open documents, his laptop screen glowing with pages of Rosemary’s boutique financial reports — filled with strange inconsistencies.

Adrian’s jaw tightened. “This digital signature… the format is different.”

He zoomed in on the lower part of the document, eyes narrowing.

The encryption code — usually linked only to the account owner — originated from a foreign server.

Someone had forged it.

“Cassandra,” he muttered under his breath.

A knock sounded on the door. Markus stepped in, his face pale with worry. “I came as fast as I could, Mr. Adrian. Rosemary’s...