The night pressed heavily against the glass walls of the Devereux penthouse. Every light in the city seemed to flicker with tension as if Manhattan itself was holding its breath.

Aria sat at her desk, her laptop open, the final documents glowing on the screen. The forged foundation contracts. Every transaction, every falsified donation, every illegal transfer, all leading back to Ethan.

Liam’s message flashed across the encrypted app:

Liam: Upload at midnight. Once it’s public, he can’t ...