Exposing the Corporate Spy

The forty-ninth floor of The Apex in London was the nervous system of Thorne-Lind Global Aerospace. Protected by Faraday cages, biometric retinal scanners, and air-gapped server vaults, the digital forensics division operated under the highest national security protocols. Outside, the morning fog clung to the skyscrapers of Canary Wharf, while inside, the mood was as grave as a military tribunal. Astrid sat with Detective Chief Inspector Reynolds, analyzing the disassembly…