His hair was messy, and his face was twisted in anger as an agent held him by the arm.

Beside him stood Arthur Harrison, the senior board member who had always smiled so warmly at the annual meetings.

“They didn’t even make it to the expressway,” Adrian said quietly.

“The warrant was signed ten minutes ago,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Yes,” Adrian said, straightening up. “The financial files you decrypted were everything they needed.”

He walked over to the coat rack and retrieved my dry trench coat.

“Come,” he said, holding it out for me. “Let us finish this.”

I stood up, my legs shaking slightly, but I managed to slip my arms into the sleeves.

We walked out of his office and toward the private elevator.

The silence of the executive floor felt different now.

The air was clear, stripped of the tension that had suffocated me for months.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open.

We descended in silence, the numbers ticking down on the digital panel.

When the doors opened to the lobby, the noise hit us immediately.