Tracy didn’t sleep that night.
The office lights had long gone dark, but her laptop screen still burned faint blue across her face. Every click, every line of code, every trace she followed made her pulse race faster.
She wasn’t supposed to be there. Alex had ordered everyone home after the confrontation, citing “security containment.” But how could she leave when her name was written across Carter’s digital crime scene like a scarlet mark?
She wasn’t going to sit and wait for someone else to clear her name.
If Alex doubted her, fine. Then she’d make him believe.
She took a deep breath, steadying her hands over the keyboard. Sophie had slipped her a bypass key earlier, pretending to drop it on the floor during their awkward goodbye.
“Just… be careful,” she’d whispered.
That tiny gestur
