The next day, the midday sun shone brightly against the glass façade of the company where Thor worked. Attorney Álvaro Cordeiro parked his black luxury car a few meters from the main entrance, leaving the engine running while he reviewed the documents inside his leather briefcase. He wore a tailored, understated suit, and his rectangular glasses reflected a controlled, resolute expression. He took a deep breath before dialing a number saved as “Zoe Arthur.”

“Mrs. Zoe?” he said politely as soon as she answered. “Good afternoon. This is Álvaro Cordeiro, Arthur’s attorney. I need to speak with you in person. It’s extremely important.”

On the other end of the line, Zoe replied courteously, though clearly surprised.

“Good afternoon, Doctor. I’m just heading out for lunch. You can wait for me at the reception desk—I’m on my way down.”

“Perfect. I’ll wait for you.”

A few minutes later, Zoe appeared in the company lobby—elegant in her simplicity, her expression weary yet curious. Álvaro stood