"Cassandra receives a bank alert showing a massive unauthorized withdrawal from her primary maritime shipping fund account."
The notification screen blinked in the dim light of the carriage, a cruel reminder that her world was slowly being dismantled. Cassandra stared at the numbers, her knuckles white as she gripped the leather seat. This was the second time in a week that a substantial portion of her capital had vanished into the ether. It was not just a loss of money. It was a loss of control, a direct insult to the authority she had spent her life cultivating.
Richter sat beside her, his presence a calm anchor in the storm of her anxiety. He observed her distress with a look of professional concern. "You are dwelling on the loss, Cassandra. You must look at the bigger picture. We
