Daniel sat frozen in front of his computer screen, his eyes scanning each folder rapidly. His fingers danced across the keyboard, opening file after file that should contain damning evidence against Hunter Jackson—but nothing was there.
“This can’t be…” he muttered, breath held tight. He opened his external drive, the one where he stored backups in a labyrinth of encryption. But the folders that were once there… were gone.
His face paled.
He accessed his private cloud account—his most secure storage, one only he had access to. But as soon as he logged in, a notification popped up: Folder not found.
“No. No, this can’t be happening…” His voice rose. His hands moved quickly, running recovery tools, checking last edits, metadata—anything.
Nothing.
Everything had been wiped. Clean. Witho
