Ares

The sunrise over Sterling Tower was deceptively gentle. Golden light streamed through the windows, but inside me, a storm raged. The captured insider, Matteo Guerra, was secured in the lower interrogation suite—but the clean precision of his capture felt… off.

Atlas entered my office, tossing a file onto the desk. “Matteo Guerra. Former contractor—cybersecurity specialist. Fired three years ago for breaching protocol.”

I frowned. “Fired by who?”

“Mother,” ...