Chapter 3: The Unraveling
Back at her penthouse, Elena’s hands shook as she poured a drink. Her phone buzzed incessantly. A message from an unknown number: "Check the foundation's vault." She didn't hesitate. The vault, a masterpiece of modern engineering, was designed to be impregnable. Yet, as she punched in the code, the door clicked open with disturbing ease. It wasn't empty, but it had been cleared of the specific documents that shielded her. In their place sat a single, damning photo: her late husband, alive and well in a café in Zurich, taken just last week. The shock returned with full force, identical to the frozen moment in image_0.png—wide-eyed, breathless, and betrayed by the very people who should have protected her.
