Isabel’s POV
The office is quiet, save for the steady hum of the AC and the soft rustle of papers as Christine shifts beside me. She stands at my desk, her expression composed but laced with something unreadable.
“Ma’am,” she begins, her voice calm, professional. “Concerning the viral video we looked into… we’re unable to detect who could be behind it. The voice was distorted—altered into something unrecognizable, as if run through layers of synthetic filters.”
She pauses, as if weighing her next words, then continues.
“But… there’s something else,” she says, sliding a file onto my desk. “We ran a check on the client taking Aria to court. Her name is Eva Langley. Wealthy, well-connected, but something about her financial records doesn’t sit right.”
I flip open the file, scanning throu
