as packed, but

Mia H

muted makeup, she sat in the last row, a ghost among

ance choreographed by Daniel Ward to justify the destruction of a name he once cl

of a man who had rehearsed every word. He wore

er was my mentor. Losing him was devastating. And now, seeing th

-strategic. The c

d through shell companies linked to offshore accounts. We didn't want to beli

All

ollowed it the night before she "died." He had used her access, mimicked her digital signature,

'd tried to

y planted evidence that allowed the authorities to conclude her fate: Mia Harper-deceased,

she was

as wa

Miss Harper had no previous infractions? That she was sched

"That's what made the betrayal so shocking. She

nto fists beneath th

hose

he made her take before his death-protect the legacy, protect the truth. She hadn't p

was le

It was the game of shadows she was playing now-building her network

notes under a

e'd plant se

rt to turn alli

nly shed her skin. What sat in that courtroom wasn't just an accused woma

a vans crowded the steps, fe

trial, and no one knew

it