Elena's POV
Saturday afternoon.
The corporate floor of Knight Global Holdings was quiet, stripped of its usual weekday commotion. I was cleaning out the executive records room on the fourth floor, sifting through archived financial reports and paper files that had piled up over the quarter. The soft hum of the central air conditioner was the only sound accompanying the rustle of paper.
As I pulled down a heavy blue ledger from the top shelf, a small, faded photograph slipped from between the pages and fluttered down onto the desk.
It had clearly been accidentally placed inside the wrong file—an artifact forgotten in a sea of corporate audits.
I picked it up, brushing a thin layer of dust off the glossy surface.
The image depicted a group of six or seven men standing beside a row of h
