The calculator stopped clicking.
For the first time in hours, silence wrapped around Vanya Kapoor like a soft shroud. The air in the room was dense — filled with the metallic scent of ink, cold air conditioning, and the quiet hum of focus that still clung to her fingers.

She pushed her chair back with a faint scrape against the tiled floor and stood, stretching her arms above her head until her joints gave a soft crack. For hours, she had been hunched over blueprints, sketches, and neatly stacked sheets filled with coded details — the kind that could either make her rich beyond her dreams or send her to prison for life.