The headquarters of Lawson Holdings was unusually quiet when Peter arrived before sunrise. A thin mist clung to the glass walls of the building, blurring the city skyline beyond his office. Normally, he welcomed the silence of early mornings because it gave him time to think before the demands of the day began. Today, however, the quiet only amplified the questions that had refused to leave him since the latest sabotage attempt.
He loosened his tie, placed his laptop on the desk, and activated the company's security archive. Dozens of surveillance recordings, investigation reports, and access logs appeared across the large monitor. His intention had been simple. He wanted to review every attack against Lawson Holdings from the beginning, hoping to uncover a detail that everyone else had overlooked. Yet as the recordings loaded one after another, his attention drifted toward the same familiar figure appearing again and again in places she should never have been.
Caro.
