The news hit Evelyn like a sledgehammer to the chest. Three months of inventory, gone. Insurance refusing to pay. I could see her hands trembling as she gripped her phone.
"Drive faster," she whispered.
I pressed the accelerator. The city blurred past us as we raced toward her company building. Evelyn stared out the window, her jaw clenched tight.
"This isn't coincidence," she said finally. "First the media attacks, now this."
"Sebastian's work?"
"Has to be." Her voice was bitter. "He's trying to bleed us dry."
We pulled up to the Hua Mei Biomedical building. Evelyn was out of the car before I'd fully stopped. I followed her through the lobby and up to her office.
The scene was chaos. Employees clustered in worried groups, whispering urgently. Several department heads waited outside Evelyn's office, their faces grim.
"Ms. Reed," her assistant called out. "Mr. Chen from production is waiting inside."
