Lena
The Founder.
The words echoed through the warehouse.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
For several seconds, the storm outside seemed distant.
Muted.
Unimportant.
Because suddenly—
Everything we thought we knew had changed.
Again.
Ashford wasn't the top.
The conspiracy wasn't led by one man.
There was someone higher.
Someone older.
Someone hidden.
Someone powerful enough to remain invisible while controlling everything from the shadows.
My pulse hammered.
The monitors continued flickering around us.
Displaying photographs.
Documents.
Names.
Secrets.
The entire warehouse felt like a giant confession.
A monument built from lies.
Then the voice returned.
Calm.
Cold.
Patient.
"You finally understand."
The hidden speakers crackled softly.
Nobody answered.
The voice
