Hansen's small apartment had transitioned from a place of rest into a frantic, low-light command center. For two days, the smell of stale coffee and the hum of a cheap laptop had been his only companions. He hadn't slept for more than an hour at a time, his eyes bloodshot and stinging as he scoured the digital world for a ghost.
It had started with the logo on those moving boxes, a stylized, geometric needle that looked more like a weapon than a brand. He'd spent hours cross-referencing shipping manifests, corporate sub-leases, and hidden tax filings until the name finally materialized, rising out of the data like a leviathan from the deep: Ispire Inc.
And Ispire Inc. was the crown jewel of the Dravik Industries empire.
