The silence between Caro and Peter had barely settled into something fragile when every terminal across the office flickered at once, not with a system alert this time, but with a single repeating transmission banner that bypassed security layers like they were never there. Caro's blood turned cold as she recognized the signature instantly, too clean, too deliberate, the same pattern that had been evolving around her for chapters now, like someone learning her movements in real time. Peter didn't speak immediately, but his hand tightened slightly around the edge of his desk as the screens stabilized into a forced message overlay that no one had authorized.
