Elena's POV
"They weren't careful," she murmured. "Clarissa's trail touches every one of them. Sophia. Mariah. Even some fake board entries."
"Good," I said. "Let them leave crumbs."
"But there's something else." Anna turned, eyes narrowed. "The flash drive."
I tensed. "What about it?"
"The agent sent an update. They cracked part of it."
I stood up.
Anna handed me her phone.
There were blueprints. Floor plans. Confidential project files under my name.
Projects I never approved.
Signatures I never signed.
And something worse—internal memos. About offshore transactions. Laundered payments. And one marked Client: A.M.
I froze.
A.M.
Amira.
"She's in prison," I whispered.
"Are you sure?" Anna said.
No. I wasn't.
Not anymore.
I barely touched my coffee.
Something felt off.
Like the air was listening. Like the walls had ears.
Anna stood beside the window, going through the rest of Sophia's records.
