At that moment, Malisa then say that that was exactly what she had suspected from the beginning. Her voice wasn't calm anymore. It carried weight now frustration, realization, and a quiet sense of dread. "This Mr. B situation," she said slowly, "none of this is a coincidence, Cora. You know it. I know it. Mr. B suddenly buying those shares? That's not random. It's too calculated. Too precise. He didn't just fall from the sky and scoop up shares like that unless he knew exactly what he was doing."
Then the room fell quiet for a brief second. Only the low hum of the AC and the distant noise outside could be heard. But inside Cora's head, Melissa's words kept repeating.
And then just like that something in her chest tightened.
