Meanwhile, in a dimly lit, high-security conference room far from the public eye, Lila sat hunched over a laptop, her fingers flying across the keyboard. The investigation had taken a new turn, and every file she compiled felt like a step closer to something explosive. Across the table, Sean's sharp gaze never wavered as he scanned the screens in front of him.
"This conspiracy …" he murmured, eyes narrowing. "It's deeper than we thought."
He leaned forward, tapping a screen. "There's a digital trail—illicit financial transactions linked to several major banks. If we verify this... it could shake the national financial system."
Before the weight of that revelation could fully settle, a ping echoed through the room. A new text message. Lila opened it instantly.
