THE NEXT DAY

The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed quietly in the background as Lena stepped into her company, coffee in hand. The world outside was just waking up, but she had barely slept. Her eyes burned, her body ached, but her resolve was unwavering.

Arianna was already at her desk, hair pulled into a messy bun, typing furiously on her keyboard. She looked up when Lena walked by.

“You’re early,” Arianna said, rubbing her tired eyes.

Lena gave a small smile. “I could say the same about you.”

“I wanted to check the logs again before the team came in,” Arianna explained, stretching her arms. “Kevin thinks he found...