The next morning, Aurora sat in her office, the city skyline stretching beyond the glass windows, but she wasn't admiring the view.
Her fingers drummed against the desk, eyes locked onto the screen as she scrolled through endless financial records.
Richard and Anne had been careful. Too careful. The ledgers were clean, the numbers matching up like a perfectly rehearsed lie.
And after much search, she finally saw what she needed. There was always a crack in every facade.
She had been at this for months, combing through financial statements, transaction histories, and hidden trails buried beneath layers of corporate deception.
Her stolen company was tangled in a web of shell corporations, offshore accounts, and fraudulent paperwork, all carefully plotted by Richard and Anne.
Her eyes burned from exhaustion, as she sipped her coffee occasionally, and pushed forward.
