The morning sun barely cut through the heavy haze that had settled over Ethan Group’s headquarters. It felt symbolic—light struggling to break through layers of deception. Ethan sat in his office, jaw clenched, as he stared at the folder Noah had placed in front of him.

A folder that should not exist.

“Are you absolutely certain?” Ethan’s voice was low, controlled, but sharp.

Noah nodded. “We ran the logs three times. Every unauthorized data transfer in the past month leads back to one account.” He hesitated. “Liora’s.”

Ethan’s breath hitched, not from shock—he had suspected someone close—but because Liora had been with him for years. She knew everything: meetings, strategies,...