Asher's POV
The sleek black leather of my executive chair felt uncharacteristically uncomfortable. The detailed IT server report remained open on the polished mahogany of my desk long after the rest of the executive floor had gone completely quiet.
I read it once.
Then again.
The digital footprint was stark, precise, and completely indisputable. The server logs were clear:
[08:17 A.M.] USER_AUTH: R_MEHTA_FIN -- OVERWRITE_EXECUTION: PRESENTATION_FINAL_v4.PPTX
A finance executive had accidentally overwritten the final presentation with an older, unedited version right before the briefing. The mistake had never belonged to Elena Carter.
Parker stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the downtown skyline, his arms folded across his chest, his shadow stretching long agai
