The room felt colder.
Meher stared at the files spread across the table.
Photos.
Documents.
Names she had never seen before.
"This isn't just the fellowship…" she whispered.
Rishan shook his head.
"No. That was just the surface."
He pointed at one file.
"Publishers. Investors. Media links."
Meher's heartbeat slowed—
But heavier.
"They're connected…" she said.
"Everything is," Rishan replied.
He slid one photo closer.
A group of powerful people.
Formal meeting.
Hidden faces.
"This is the core group," he said.
Meher frowned.
"And the man we exposed?"
Rishan answered—
"He's just a middle layer."
Silence.
"Then who's on top?" Meher asked.
Rishan paused.
Then said—
"No one knows for sure."
A chill ran through her.
"But there's one name…" he added.
He opened another file.
A single word.
"Director."
No face.
No identity.
Just control.
Meher stared at it.
"This is who's really behind everything," Rishan said.
Her voice dropped—
"Then we find him."
Rishan looked at her seriously.
"That won't be easy."
Meher didn't hesitate.
"Neither was this."
Outside—
The wind picked up again.
Because the storm wasn't ending.
It was getting deeper.