Morning came late to Knight Tower.
The sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting gold across the boardroom table where Alex and Tracy sat side by side, surrounded by silence thick enough to choke on.
Neither had slept. The previous night’s quiet toast had dissolved into restless pacing, furious whispers, and a dozen theories scribbled across Alex’s tablet.
Now, both of them stared at the wall of screens in front of them — a map of Knight Industries’ digital backbone, pulsing like a nervous heartbeat.
“Carter couldn’t have done this alone,” Alex said, his voice low but sharp. “He’s too far removed. Someone on the inside had to give him access — passwords, schedules, the internal press calendar.”
Tracy leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “So, you’re sayi
