Maliya's POV
I checked through the first five vendors Russo and I had identified as high-risk. My fingers moved quickly across the keyboard, pulling up security logs, transaction histories and different payment patterns.
But Nothing suspicious like I thought.
All five companies looked clean. Their security protocols were standard, their transactions matched their invoices, and there were no suspicious access attempts.
I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes. We'd been at this for two hours now, and I was starting to feel the strain.
"Any luck?" Russo asked from his position at the other laptop.
"No. Everything looks legitimate." I stared at the screen, frustrated. "But something's wrong. I can feel it."
"Feel it how?"
"I don't know. It's just..." I gestured at the data in fro
