The executive suite of Croft Enterprises was empty. Victoria had stepped into a closed-door deposition with Legal regarding the Asian market expansion, leaving her office unguarded for the first time all week.
Elias Graves, the “efficiency consultant,” moved with the silence of a ghost. He slipped past the assistant’s desk, flashing a generic security badge, and entered the Chairman’s office. He didn’t look at the computer or the safe. He went straight for the personal items.
Victoria’s handbag–a structured Hermès Birkin–sat on the credenza. Elias opened it, his gloved hands moving quickly through the contents. Phone. Wallet. Keys.
And then, a small amber prescription bottle.
Elias held it up to the light. The label was clear: *Dr. Maya Khan. Prescription: Prenatal Vitamins + Folic Acid. Patient: Victoria Vance-Croft.*
“Jackpot,” Elias whispered.
He pulled out his phone, snapped a high-resolution photo of the bottle next to Victoria’s driver’s license for scale and context, and hit send. The trap was set.