Liam sat in the corner of the cramped apartment, the glow of his phone burning into his tired eyes. Another message had arrived—this time not just vague instructions but a list, precise and cold.

Delivery records. Invoices. Supplier logs. Send photos. Tonight.

Beneath it was an address: Navarro Coffee, the branch he had been circling for days. The same branch where Celine worked.

The demand gnawed at him. Watching from a distance was one thing. But stealing? Recording documents? That meant ...