That morning, a light rain tapped against the windows of Evelyn’s office.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee wasn’t enough to ease the unease that had lingered in her chest since the night before. She opened her email as usual—until her eyes landed on one anonymous message, without a subject line.

Its content was a single sentence:

> “Stop investigating your mother’s legacy, or everything you’ve built will collapse with you.”

Evelyn froze.

Her heart pounded. Her hand trembled slightly as she gripped the mouse, quickly printing the email and slipping it into her private document folder.

“Who knows I’m looking into this... besides William and the internal team?” she...