AVA'S POV
We locked ourselves in my office and watched the contents of the flash drive.
It was a grainy, timestamped video, footage from one of the warehouse drop sites used during the Nairobi relief effort.
Lindiwe was shouting at someone offscreen. Her voice was muffled by the wind, but one sentence was crystal clear:
"This is Ava Monroe Kingsley's name, and I won't let you bury it under corruption!"
The camera panned slightly, catching the edge of a familiar face. My stomach turned.
I knew that man.
Charles Hammond. One of our regional logistics managers. Handsome, charismatic, and, until now, completely unremarkable in all the wrong ways.
Melanie gasped softly. "He threatened her?"
"He did worse," I said, standing up. "He tried to erase her."
For the rest of the day, I was on fire. I contacted our legal team, froze Charles' access credentials, and authorized a full investigation into every Nairobi-linked account. Quietly. Methodically.
