Chapter 166 A Spyamong Us

The dim glow of the desk lamp cast elongated shadows across the mahogany surface, illuminating a mosaic of files and digital screens. Genevieve sat poised, her fingers dancing over the keyboard with practiced precision. Her emerald eyes, sharp and discerning, scanned lines of code and employee records, seeking anomalies that whispered of betrayal. Outside, the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the storm brewing within the walls of Rockwell Enterprises. Genevieve's mind, however, was a tempest of thoughts, each more unsettling than the last.