“What are they doing?” I asked Julian, pointing toward the hallway.

“Sterling has the permits for the north lot,” Julian said, his voice dropping. “If he can find a flaw in your design, the city will halt the project.”

“My design is sound,” I said.

“It is,” Julian agreed. “But blueprints can be changed.”

My clutch purse vibrated against my side.

I pulled out my phone and looked at the screen.

It was an automated alert from the project’s secure server in Chicago.

An unauthorized user had just requested access to the master structural blueprints.

I tapped the screen, the blue light reflecting off my silver bracelet.

“Someone is trying to bypass the secondary firewall,” I said.

Julian leaned in, his shoulder brushing mine.

His eyes narrowed as he read the system log.

“That’s the development server for the north lot,” Julian whispered.

“They’re going after the foundation schematics,” I said.

My fingers flew across the glass, trying to trace the origin of the IP address.

The signal was routed through a local proxy, masking the exact location.