Martin sat alone in his office that night, the only light coming from the bright glow of his computer screens. Files, footage, call records—everything Anita had been involved in—were laid out before him like a well-designed trap that finally made sense.
And then it all clicked.
Linet.
The pattern was eerily similar. Linet had been involved in strange side meetings, secretive phone calls, and suspicious absences. But now, the call Anita had made confirmed it. The distorted voice on the other end… Martin had heard it before. He ran it through a voice modulation program, stripped away the distortion, and narrowed down potential matches from archived surveillance data.
And there it was.
A man named Cyrus Muwanga.
He was a known corporate predator—one who had a reputation fo
