Three months later, I stood on a stage in Geneva while a hundred cameras flashed. The screen behind me showed my face above the words `THE ARCHITECT FOUNDATION`.
I spoke about secure networks for women fleeing violence and new identities for survivors starting over.
The same code that had hidden Mafia money could hide an address from an abuser, seal a financial record, and move a family before a threat arrived.
Skylight was working for them now.
After the launch, I returned to an office overlooking Lake Geneva and the Alps. My assistant, Anya, recruited from a cybersecurity firm, put a tablet on my desk.
“The funding pledges beat our projections by two hundred percent, Miss Bell. The press is calling you a revolutionary.”
“Good. Begin phase one of the network rollout.”
Anya nodded b
