A shift in the air.

A murmur in the hallways.

A pressure—heavy, invisible, closing in.

Maya felt it the moment she stepped into the office that morning. People weren’t looking at her with admiration anymore. They were looking with caution. With calculation. As if they sensed that the golden woman of Ethan Group wasn’t shining as brightly as before.

Her perfectly manicured fingers tightened around her phone.

Something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

She rushed into her office, locked the door, and immediately began typing commands into her private terminal. She accessed the hidden folder where she stored the constructed video—backup files, raw assets, encrypted scripts.

Except now…

The folder...