"Dates," she said.
Liam blinked at her. "What?"
"Dates," Mirelle repeated, each word precise enough to cut. "The stabilizer coil. The scaffold. The lock. I want the dates, Liam. Every malfunction, every failure, every so-called accident that happened after you refused him."
Liam shifted in his seat. "Mirelle, the Lab V logs are encrypted under Felix's private server. Even if I could remember half of them, memory is not proof."
A sharp digital ping cut across the room.
All three of them turned toward the center table.
Enia's private communication channel was activated with a soft gold pulse, a type of notification reserved for secure channels. For a moment, no one moved. Then Enia reached for it, slow and deliberate, her expression tightening as she drew the device into her hand.
She pressed her thumb to the screen.
The encryption unraveled instantly.
