The night descended without warning, yet the calm that accompanied it felt deceptive.
Sophia stood before the window of her office, staring at her own reflection in the dark glass. Her mind was no longer filled with simple plans, but with fragments of truth that were beginning to merge into something far greater.
Behind her, the screen was still lit, displaying old documents she had just reopened—documents that should have been buried long ago with her family's past.
Hours earlier, she had found a name that should not have been there.
A name that appeared repeatedly in various financial reports, hidden transactions, and projects that were mysteriously terminated.
She did not jump to conclusions, but her instincts told her one thing: this was not a coincidence.
This was a pattern.
And that pattern pointed to something she had failed to see all this time.
The door opened slowly, and Adrian Blackwood entered silently.
