The courier arrived at exactly 3 PM, as promised. A nondescript man with a manila envelope that he placed in Elena's hands without ceremony, without eye contact, as if delivering radioactive material he wanted no association with.

Inside were photographs. Financial records. Email chains that shouldn't exist.

Elena spread them across her desk with trembling hands and felt her world fracture with each new revelation.

Monaco, 2019. A manufacturing facility that produced proprietary silk ...