C30 The Devil's Archivist

The files loomed like a ghost upon her screen. ASSET_VALE. It was a name, her name, but it felt more like a brand, branding her as a piece of pawn in a game of which she had never known she was a part of. The knowledge lodged in her stomach like a shard of ice. And the most terrifying part was the number that seemed to mock her from the corner of her screen now: 23%