That evening, Maya received a mysterious email.
No name.
No explanation.
Just one sentence.
"If you want to expose Olivia, meet me tonight."
Attached was an address.
Maya hesitated.
This could be a trap.
But curiosity won.
The address led to a small café across town.
When Maya arrived, a man sitting in the corner raised his hand slightly.
She walked over cautiously.
He looked to be in his early thirties, wearing glasses and a dark coat.
"You must be Maya," he said quietly.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"My name is Ethan."
"Why did you contact me?"
Ethan leaned forward.
"Because Olivia is dangerous… and someone needs to stop her."
Maya studied him carefully.
"How do you know that?"
Ethan sighed.
"Because she destroyed my career three years ago."
Maya's eyes widened.
"What happened?"
Ethan's voice became bitter.
"I discovered financial fraud inside the company."
Maya froze.
"The same thing I just found today?"
Ethan nodded slowly.
"Yes."
"And Olivia made sure no one believed me."
Maya's mind raced.
"You're saying she helped cover it up?"
Ethan looked directly into her eyes.
"She didn't just help."
"She planned it."