The meeting room was quieter than usual.
Not because there were fewer people.
Because nobody knew what to say anymore.
The evidence had continued piling up for days.
Every new document seemed to support something nobody wanted to admit.
The claimant family had records.
Real records.
Old records.
Records that connected directly to the founder.
Records that connected directly to the original corridor permits.
Records that connected directly to the hidden platform beneath Warehouse Three.
The deeper Alexander investigated, the harder it became to dismiss them.
Elena sat at the end of the conference table, staring at a stack of reports she had already read twice.
None of them made her feel better.
Across from her, Alexander closed another file.
"We've verified everything we can verify."
Nobody responded immediately.
Julian sat with his arms folded.
Mateo stared at the screen mounted on the wall.
