At the same time, in another part of the city, Shen and Adrian were buried in work at the Lockheart Company's headquarters. The office lights had been on since dawn, papers and files scattered across the large meeting table, the air filled with the low hum of computers and the sound of constant typing.
Adrian leaned back in his chair, his usually calm expression replaced by faint exhaustion. "If we go through one more report, I swear my eyes will start rejecting text."
Shen, who sat across from him with his sleeves rolled up and his tie long abandoned, didn't even look up. "You can sleep after we fix this," he said dryly. "Right now, we need every shred of evidence ready before the press conference tomorrow."
"I know," Adrian muttered, rubbing his temples. "But still, these rumors… they spread faster than wildfire. One influencer posts a half-baked theory, and suddenly, people think Lockheart Company is collapsing."
