Kian Ramsey blinked at his computer screen, squinting as if the gesture might reveal something he'd missed. His finger scrolled through what he'd assumed was an empty document from Lyra Moreau.
"Wait a minute," he muttered.
He adjusted his glasses and leaned closer. What he'd initially dismissed as a blank page wasn't blank at all. There it was—tiny, nearly invisible text filling the document. He quickly increased the zoom.
"Holy shit," he whispered.
The technical report unfurled before his eyes—complex algorithms, elegant solutions, all neatly organized. This wasn't just an answer to the problem. It was a complete overhaul, solving issues they hadn't even identified yet.
Kian's heart raced as he dove into the document. This couldn't possibly be Lyra's work. Yet every equation, every line of reasoning bore a distinctive signature of brilliance that left him stunned.
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