The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft golden glow over the room. Malia sat at her desk, staring at the headlines flashing across her computer screen, her fingers resting in a tense grip on the mouse. The headline blared like a slap in the face: Nixus Velez: A History of Corruption and Deception. Beneath it, an array of damning documents and photographs accompanied the accusations—proof, or so Evelyn claimed, that Nixus had been involved in shady dealings for years.