They filled the vault. Men, women, and a few who had quietly learned to lie about their internal tags. As The Third Reel played, something strange happened.
Morvath stared at the data. The audience wasn’t satisfied. They weren’t happy. They were something the algorithm had no category for.
Riya made a choice. She didn’t fight him. She didn’t cry. Instead, she pulled the emergency fire alarm and shouted into the building’s intercom, overriding the auto-mute.