She paused for a while.
Then she turned slightly, panic rising again. "His company isn't responding either. My assistant checked their registry. There is no current listing for him.
No active operations. No verified headquarters."
Her assistant spoke quickly from behind her, voice trembling now. "We found partial records… but only historical employment. It looks like he was inserted into multiple databases recently. As if someone created a temporary identity trail."
Silence dropped into the room like a weight.
"I don't understand," I whispered again, softer this time, playing my role carefully. "Who would do something like this?"
Elena shook her head repeatedly, pacing again, faster now.
"I don't know," she said. "I don't know. I don't know."
Her breathing became uneven. Her composure was gone completely now.
And for the first time since I had entered the room, she looked afraid of the realization that something had been engineered too cleanly to be accidental.
