The conference room was suffocatingly quiet as Nadia stood at the head of the long table. She couldperceive the heart palpitations that always seemed to cloud this room. Her posture was straight, her chin outlining a confidence that was beginning to unsettle the more senior members of the department. 

"I called this meeting because of a security breach," Nadia began with a resonant voice. "At specifically 4:15 AM today, my workstation was remotely accessed and mirrored. Every file relatedtoProject Phoenix was deleted." 

A collective gasp rippled through the room. Nancy looked down at her tablet, her face pale, whiletheremaining analysts exchanged looks of feigned shock or genuine confusion. 

"That’s impossible,"...