Adrian did not rush. He never did. When something mattered, the message he had sent lingered in his mind, not because of the words themselves, but because of what they provoked. Seraphina had not responded immediately, and that silence confirmed more than any reply could have.
She had understood the question. That meant she had something to hide.
Adrian stood in the dim office he used when he needed distance from distractions. The lights were low, the space stripped of anything unnecessary, and the air carried a quiet stillness that allowed him to think without interruption.
Victor entered without speaking, placing a stack of files on the desk. "These are the extended records," Victor said.
Adrian glanced at them. "Everything?" he asked.
Victor nodded. "Financial, academic, medical, and travel," he said. "We expanded beyond standard databases."
Adrian sat down slowly. "And?" he asked.
Victor hesitated. "That depends on what you are looking for," he said.
