Selene didn’t open the attachment right away.
She stared at the screen, fingers frozen over the trackpad, chest tight. Whatever waited in that file carried weight—the kind that changed everything once you saw it.
She clicked.
Scanned documents filled the screen. Shipping manifests. Medical licenses. Export records routed through shell companies. Names altered, but addresses familiar—warehouses from childhood drives, offices she’d visited with her father.
Her stomach twisted.
Pharmaceuticals banned in multiple countries. Hormonal injectables sold as “enhancement solutions”—hip growth, breast enlargement, body modification drugs masked as wellness. Pain suppressants laced with narcotics. Compounds linked to organ damage and cancer. And cocaine—pharmaceutical-grade, trafficked
