The lights inside Damian’s private office had long dimmed to night mode, leaving the room bathed in a low amber glow. Outside the towering glass windows, the city stretched endlessly beneath the darkness, skyscraper lights blinking like distant signals.
It was nearly two in the morning.
Grant had already left hours earlier.
But Damian remained seated at his desk, staring at the encrypted archive still running on the screen in front of him.
The data recovered from the warehouse server had taken most of the evening to rebuild. The storage drive had been damaged in the fire, and every surviving fragment required careful reconstruction.
Line by line.
File by file.
The system beeped softly.
Decryption process: 82% complete.
Damian leaned back slightly, rubbing his eyes.
The deeper the
