Isabelle arrived exactly twenty-three minutes after her phone call, which gave Seraphina just enough time to review the security footage that Marcus had compiled and realize the scope of her sister's betrayal was far worse than simple corporate espionage.
"She's been accessing our systems for eight months," Marcus reported, his voice carrying the particular tension of a security chief who'd discovered his defenses had been compromised from within. "Not just building layouts and meeting schedules. Financial records, partnership agreements, employee files. And this—"
He pulled up a communication log that made Seraphina's blood freeze. Encrypted message traffic between Isabelle's personal devices and servers registered in Romania, Switzerland, and what looked like the Carpathian Mountains.
