MasukThe architecture exhibition was supposed to happen on Saturday, but Adrian had already checked the schedule three times before breakfast.I knew because I had caught him doing it."You're aware the exhibition won't disappear if you stop looking at the website, right?" I asked, reaching for the jam.He lowered his phone."I'm checking whether advance reservations are required.""You checked last night.""The information might have changed.""Overnight?""Things happen, Mara."I stared at him until he finally put his phone facedown on the table."Fine. I'll stop checking.""Thank you.""Unless you change your mind about going."I paused with the knife halfway to my toast."I never said I was changing my mind."His expression softened with satisfaction."Good."I immediately regretted giving him that answer."You know, for someone who claims to be terrible at understanding people, you're surprisingly good at getting what you want.""I wouldn't say I've gotten what I want."Something abou
The following afternoon, Gabriel arrived at Blackwell Grand carrying a laptop, a stack of printed reports, and an expression that made me put my coffee down before he even spoke. "I recovered most of the activity logs," he announced as he entered the conference room. "Not everything, unfortunately. Some entries are incomplete, and a portion of the older data was overwritten during a system migration. But there's enough to establish a preliminary sequence of events." I straightened in my chair. "Did you identify the external user?" "Not by name. The session was recorded under an external access credential, and the surviving record doesn't contain a reliable link to a specific individual." I exchanged a glance with Adrian, who sat beside me with his laptop open. "So we still don't know whether it was Daniel," I said. "Correct. However, we can narrow down what the session accessed." Gabriel connected his laptop to the conference room screen. A table of timestamps, document
Robert Hale requested a meeting with me before I could request one with him.His message arrived at 8:16 the following morning, just as I was finishing breakfast with Adrian. It was brief, formal, and carefully worded. He wanted to discuss the renovation records I had been reviewing and clarify several matters concerning the finance division.I read it twice.Then I turned my phone toward Adrian."Well, that's convenient."He glanced at the message. "Perhaps he has something to explain.""Or perhaps he knows we're looking into his department.""Both are possible."I sighed and put my phone down."Do you ever get tired of considering every possible explanation?""No.""That must be exhausting.""Not as exhausting as assuming everyone is guilty before they've spoken."I gave him a pointed look.He smiled and reached for his coffee."Would you like me to attend the meeting?"I considered it.Part of me wanted Adrian there. His position would make it easier to request documents, and he kn
The original attachment was supposed to be in the central records department.Instead, Martin found it in a folder labeled Completed Renovation Approvals—2019.I stared at the email on my phone, reading the message twice to make sure I hadn't misunderstood it. The disputed account permissions had been expanded years later, and the folder supposedly contained completed approvals from an earlier project. There was no obvious reason for the document to be there.Unless someone had filed it incorrectly.Or someone had wanted it to be difficult to find.I stopped myself before the second possibility could become a conclusion.After everything that had happened, I knew better than to let a suspicious detail turn into a convenient explanation.Still, I couldn't deny that I wanted to know who had placed it there."Mara?"I looked up from my phone.Adrian stood near the dining table, holding two cups of coffee. He had already finished his morning calls, while I had spent the past twenty minute
Peter Lawson was nowhere to be found the following morning.I discovered that after arriving at Blackwell Grand with a folder full of questions and the determination to leave with at least one useful answer. Instead, Nathan informed us that Peter had called in sick and wouldn't be coming to the office.I stared at him."Of course he did."Nathan adjusted the documents in his hands. "We don't know whether his absence has anything to do with the investigation.""I know. I'm allowed to find the timing suspicious, though.""You're allowed to find anything suspicious, provided you don't mistake it for evidence."I narrowed my eyes at him. "Have you and Sophia formed some sort of secret club?""If we have, you're the reason it exists."Adrian, standing beside the conference room door, let out a quiet laugh.I turned toward him. "You're enjoying this far too much.""Only because Nathan has finally found someone who can challenge him.""Wonderful. I'm surrounded by people who enjoy irritating
The first thing I did the following morning was call Sophia.Not because I had discovered anything new, but because the name Damian Blackwell had been sitting in the back of my mind all night, refusing to let me settle on a reasonable explanation. I had reviewed Gabriel's partial report until I could practically recite the dates, and I had written down every question I wanted answered.None of it made the missing signature any less frustrating."Before you start," Sophia said as soon as she answered, "I want you to promise me you won't accuse anyone based on that document alone."I leaned against the kitchen counter, holding my phone between my ear and shoulder."Good morning to you, too.""Mara.""I wasn't planning to accuse anyone.""You're thinking about it.""Thinking isn't illegal."She sighed. "Fortunately for you, no. But I want you to understand what we have. An office associated with Damian approved a change to an account. That doesn't establish who requested it, why it was a







