Chapter 92
The exhaustion was bone-deep by the time Ravyn finally shut down her laptop at nine forty-five PM. Her eyes burned from staring at screens for hours, her shoulders ached from hunching over financial documents, and her brain felt like it had been wrung dry of every analytical capacity it possessed.
But she was satisfied. More than satisfied—she was quietly triumphant in ways she couldn't show anyone, couldn't celebrate openly, couldn't even fully acknowledge to herself without risking the careful compartmentalization that kept her different identities separate.
Because she'd done it. Had completed both jobs simultaneously, had killed two birds with one stone in a way that protected everyone who mattered while destroying someone who absolutely deserved destruction.
The risk as
