The morning after the press conference, Aria stood at the edge of the boardroom, flanked by her core team. The room was filled with tense silence. The media firestorm still raged beyond their walls, but inside, there was strategy.
Jerry tapped the digital screen. “Helena didn’t retaliate. Yet. That means she’s recalculating.”
Aria nodded slowly. “Good. That means she knows we’re no longer playing defense.”
Philip turned from his laptop. “We've cross-referenced every server Helena touched. Traced transactions. She left a false trail through five dummy shell companies,but one of them accidentally pinged a warehouse in Lower Brightstone.”
“Accidentally?” Isabelle asked.
Philip smirked. “No such thing. She wanted us to find it.”
Jerry’s gaze darkened. “A trap.”
“Most definitely,” Phili
