The report was on her desk when she arrived.
Neva hadn't put it there. She knew who had — the automated intelligence feed she'd set up three days after EMBER went live, pulling any document that referenced the company name across Underlayer-monitored channels. She'd expected noise. Competitor activity. Standard surveillance.
She hadn't expected this.
She read it once. Sat down. Read it again.
Financial records. Not summaries — the actual ledger architecture. Vendor contracts. Staff costs. The seed capital she'd moved through four separate holding companies before it touched EMBER's accounts. Someone had gone through all of it in under seventy-two hours.
That kind of speed wasn't curiosity.
She picked up her phone. "Get in here."
Priva appeared in the doorway ninety seconds later, co
