Isabella sat alone in her office, the city lights creating a constellation of artificial stars beyond her window. The audit report lay open on her desk—pages of financial data, transaction logs, and access records that led to one disturbing conclusion.
'This can't be right,' she thought, studying the evidence before her.
The independent auditors had traced the security breach to a terminal logged in under Liam's credentials. Not just once, but repeatedly over the past three weeks—always late at night, always accessing the same financial databases that had been compromised.
She remembered Seraphina's words from breakfast: *"Have you considered everyone in your inner circle, Isabella? Even those closest to you?"*
At the time, she'd dismissed it as misdirection. Now, doubt crept in like fog—not quite obscuring her trust in Liam, but making its edges less certain.
A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in," she called, closing the folder.
