Later That Night, Sophie couldn’t sleep.

She sat at her desk surrounded by documents: case files, fund allocation summaries, communications records. Her eyes scanned everything — every document connected to Phoenix, to her own rise.

Her fingers paused on a folder stamped “Donor Withdrawals.”

Eight names. All elite donors. All gone in the past forty-eight hours.

She frowned.

They hadn’t sent explanations. Just polite, cold severances.

Her eyes narrowed. “No one walks away from me quietly,” she whispered.

She pulled out her laptop and typed a note Alexander.

Cross-check donor records with Phoenix database. Flag overlap with Ethan-linked firms.

Then she sent Camellia a message.

Need a report on Phoenix...