Chapter 116

Maya’s POV

An awkward but somehow fitting silence settled over the room. I perched on a chair, my fingers flying across the keyboard of the old computer Adrian’s tech whiz had miraculously resurrected. I was already deep into the archives, scanning every folder for anything that could tie Richard Brooks—Adrian’s father—to wrongdoing. Across from me, Adrian paced back and forth, a sheaf of faded transaction documents in his hand. He rifled through them, hunting for clues I might have missed.

“Still nothing,” he muttered without looking up.

I kept my eyes on the screen, saying nothing.

He pressed on, voice low and urgent. “Can you think of anything you haven’t told me? Any secret deals or backroom arrangements when you were running Hermes?”

I shook my head. “No. Everything I oversaw is