Jasmine's POV
The café was quieter than before. Even Pixel and Kali seemed tense, their usual teasing gone. The rain had stopped outside, but the smell of wet asphalt mixed with burnt coffee lingered inside. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating.
"This is not just financial movement," I murmured. "It is someone inside, feeding Zara everything."
Pixel did not look up. "Already knew that. But you think it's someone close to you?"
I swallowed hard. "I… I don't want to believe it, but the patterns… they all point to someone who has access to everything I touch."
Kali leaned back, arms crossed, eyes sharp. "And that scares you."
"More than anything," I admitted, voice tight. "Because I trusted them."
Pixel finally raised his eyes, those round glasses glinting under the fluorescent lights. "We need proof. Otherwise, it's paranoia. Or Lucien is just good at making it look like an insider leak."
