Christina watched Isabella storm back into the Ashworth building, her normally composed demeanor fractured by barely contained fury. She'd been monitoring Isabella's meeting with Davies remotely, knowing it wouldn't go well but unable to intervene directly. Now she had to manage the fallout while continuing her own investigation.
She slipped into her small office—little more than a converted supply closet that gave her privacy for surveillance work—and pulled up the security footage she'd been analyzing earlier. The timestamps confirmed what she'd suspected: the gaps in the executive floor camera feeds aligned perfectly with Marcus's after-hours visits.
