Liana’s POV

I’ve gotten used to the hum of the office, servers murmuring behind glass panels, the low hiss of the ventilation system, the polite clicks of keyboards outside my door. But lately, even familiar sounds feel like intrusions.

I dismiss my assistant with a tight smile and close the door, locking it. My office is large enough to host a small conference, minimalist enough to leave no hiding places or so I thought.

I pull the handheld scanner from my bag. It’s something my father ...