“This doesn’t make any sense…” Adrian’s voice was low but heavy with tension. He tossed a pile of disordered news clippings across his desk.

Across from him, Markus exhaled slowly. “Every media outlet is ganging up on Rosemary. But I don’t buy it. I know her, Adrian. She’d never cheat her customers.”

Adrian ran his fingers through his hair, frustration etched into his face. “I don’t believe it either. I worked with her for years—I know how meticulous she is about materials. There’s no way Rosemary would do this.”

Markus leaned forward. “Then the question is: who wants to destroy her?”

Adrian went silent. But slowly, a single name began...