Chapter 89

Claire's POV The corrupted files stared back at me from the screen, their error messages a digital death sentence for everything I'd worked toward. In ninety minutes, I would be expected to stand before the most powerful executives in werewolf pharmaceutical research and deliver... nothing. But even as my heart hammered against my ribs and my hands trembled over the keyboard, some deeper part of my mind remained coldly analytical. This level of sophisticated data destruction didn't happen by accident. Someone with significant technical expertise had systematically targeted my work, using tools designed to make the sabotage look like natural server failure. *Think, Claire,* I commanded myself, forcing down the wave of despair that threatened to drown my rational thoughts. *You're a scientist. Approach this like a problem to be solved.* The saboteur had been thorough—every backup saved to the company servers showed the same corruption patterns, the same systematic destruction. They had a