"Mr. William, you have one new email with an attachment," the voice of the AI assistant echoed in the quiet office.

William, just back from his morning meeting, threw his blazer onto the sofa. A light drizzle tapped against the tall glass windows behind him. He exhaled deeply and turned on his computer screen.

[Sender: Anonymous]

Subject: "True Love in the Wrong Bed."

His eyebrows furrowed. He almost deleted it—spam like that appeared too often.

But one thing made his finger pause: Evelyn’s name was in the preview text.

With hesitation, he clicked.

The screen lit up.

A video began to play—hidden camera footage from the ceiling corner of a...