The tension in the room was palpable as Laz leaned over the documents, his sharp eyes darting across the incriminating evidence. Frida sat silently on the bed, her knees drawn to her chest, watching as her boyfriend pieced together the puzzle of Evelyn's empire. The weight of their actions hung heavy in the air, but beneath her apprehension, a spark of determination began to grow.
"What's the next step?" Frida finally asked, breaking the silence.
Laz glanced up, his jaw set. "We need someone who can authenticate these documents and make them public. But we have to be careful. If Evelyn catches wind of this before we're ready, she'll bury the evidence—and us—before we have a chance to act."
Frida nodded, her brow furrowing. "What about Mina? Can she help?"
Laz considered this for a moment before shaking his head. "Mina's good, but this is bigger than her. We need someone with serious connections."
"Like who?" Frida pressed.
