The soft hum of the diamond cutter echoed through the stillness of the night, breaking the silence that clung to Evelyn’s small studio.

Her delicate but deft hands continued sketching intricate patterns on the design paper. Her eyes were swollen, her body trembling slightly, but her mind refused to stop. It had been three days without proper sleep. She rejected rest. She refused to pause.

“I have to finish this before the launch,” she whispered to herself.

Sandra had warned her. So had the rest of her small team. But Evelyn remained stubborn—as if time itself would evaporate if she stopped, even for a second.

And precisely at 2:10 AM,...