Leon's Pov
I didn't sleep.
At some point during the night, I stopped pretending I was going to and just stayed in the office instead, going through files that had already been checked three different times while Jonah worked from the system room downstairs.
By morning, my eyes hurt from staring at screens too long and my patience was practically gone.
The problem was that nothing looked wrong enough on paper.
Every suspicious movement inside the company was hidden beneath normal activity. Transfers disguised as backups. Access windows hidden inside maintenance routing. Authorization chains buried beneath departments nobody usually questioned carefully.
Whoever built this understood systems deeply enough to make every mistake look accidental.
And I hated intelligent people when they became too comfortable.
Jonah entered the office without knocking.
"You need coffee," he said immediately.
"I need answers."
He handed me a tablet instead.
"I found another overlap."
