Malia sat in her office late into the night, the soft hum of the city outside muffled by the thick curtains. The computer screen in front of her flickered with the last few pages of an encrypted file she had managed to crack. The documents were long and convoluted, filled with legal jargon and financial transactions that barely made sense at first glance. But as she sifted through the material, the patterns began to emerge, like pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together.
The name that kept appearing—Selene—stood out to her like a beacon, and the more she dug, the more it became clear that the connection between Selene and Evelyn was not just professional. It was personal.