Camellia finally traced the source of the server sabotage. Her heart stopped. It wasn’t a new hire. It wasn’t a freelancer. It was someone she'd once trained. Someone who looked up to her. A woman named Mariel—a soft-spoken junior researcher.

Camellia brought her into the east wing conference room and locked the door.

“Why?”

Mariel’s hands trembled. “They said if I didn’t help, they’d expose my sister. Her visa... it’s illegal.”

Camellia paused.

She saw her own past in the girl’s panic.

“I understand.” But you’re going to help us hunt them.”

After a full week of silence, Sophie finally made a call to Rachel.

“Start prepping for my return,”...