"What did you just say?" I followed her gaze to a framed set of flash designs on the far wall.Camila's eyes were locked on a specific geometric pattern-an intricate, multi-sided seal that looked more like a corporate motherboard than art. She fumbled for her phone, her fingers moving with a frantic energy that made my gut twist.

"I need to check something. Just... give me a second."

I watched her pull up Rhys Blackwood's social media page. She started scrolling aggressively, her thumb a blur ...