Aira Limketkai stood in the quiet of her office, the faint hum of the city beyond the Limketkai mansion windows barely reaching her ears. Her mind moved faster than she could speak, weaving together fragments of information, observations, and suspicions. Nathan Saavedra, the ever-diligent attorney, had traced Reina’s sabotage to the immediate instrument—the maid—but he had not yet unraveled the larger scheme. Aira knew there was a bigger hand behind the shadows, someone pulling strings beyond Reina’s influence. They needed someone who could think on a level neither she nor Nathan could reach, someone capable of connecting patterns, anticipating moves, and orchestrating strategy without leaving a trace. There was only one person she trusted to handle something this delicate, this potentiall
