The clock ticked loudly in the silence, each second a reminder that time was slipping through their fingers.
Cassian watched Calla, her eyes fixed on the laptop screen, as the files from the flash drive began to load. Line after line of data appeared—names, transactions, encrypted messages. It was all there—the skeleton of Project X, the secrets that had remained buried for years.
Calla’s breath hitched as she scrolled. “These aren’t just names,” she whispered. “They’re people. Some of them are… politicians. Celebrities. CEOs.”
Cassian nodded grimly. “Dorian’s reach is deeper than you can imagine. This project—it wasn’t just about control. It was about surveillance. Manipulation. He created a database of leverage. Every file, every image, every recorded conversation... It’s all blackmai
