The digital clock on the bottom corner of Alora's laptop screen glowed 12:15 AM. The penthouse was entirely dark save for the cool blue light of her screen and the distant glow of the city lights reflecting off the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Spread across the glass coffee table were digital spreadsheets, historical expense reports, and legal compliance briefs dating back eighteen months. Hayden sat on the sofa beside her, his tie discarded and his shirt collar unbuttoned, leaning over her shoulder as they meticulously traced every financial trail.
"Right there," Hayden whispered, his warm breath brushing the side of her neck as he pointed a finger at a highlighted line item on row 412. "Look at the subsidiary transfer code. That's not a standard operational expense."
Alora leaned in clo
