Julian sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on the screen of his laptop, the digital files laid out before him like a battleground. He was in a race against time, trying to make sense of the sabotage that had been creeping into his life. The tampered documents were no longer a simple error; they were a sign of something bigger. The file that had been licked—that odd, yet unmistakable clue—wasn’t just a random act of carelessness. It was a deliberate message.
His mind churned as he considered the possibilities. Who would want to destroy everything he had worked for? The answer was becoming clearer with each passing minute. Edmund. It was always Edmund.
As if on cue, his phone rang. He didn’t need to look at the caller ID. He knew it was him. Edmund. The call was inevitable, and Julian had been
