Allari's POV
The compliance report sat untouched on my desk for the better part of an hour. I kept starting the same paragraph over, eyes tracking words I wasn't actually processing, my mind still snagged on Helen's face right before she left — that flash of something that hadn't quite been fear, but had definitely been calculation.
People who were genuinely just curious didn't look like that when they got caught.
My phone buzzed. The contact I'd texted, faster than I expected.
**Contact:** *Preliminary pull done. Nothing obvious yet — clean employment history, education checks out, no red flags on paper. Digging deeper into who actually put her name forward for the assistant role. Give me until tomorrow for the full picture.*
**Me:** *Good. Flag anything unusual. Any connections wort
