Carl's eyes burned from hours of staring at the screen, the blue light from his monitor bouncing off the dark walls of his small office. Empty cans of Red Bull and crumpled notes surrounded his keyboard. He'd been digging for days, chasing dead ends, pulling at strings that led nowhere.
Every file on K.V. hit the same wall restricted or non-existent. He'd even tried tracing Keller's name separately, but nothing clicked.
Then, in a moment of tired frustration, Carl mumbled, "Maybe K.V. isn't a company or code… maybe it's a name."
He leaned forward and typed: "K.V. = Keller Voss."
A slow grin crept across his face when the results loaded. Keller Voss. The name popped up tied to several social events, charity galas, and a few luxury brand campaigns. He was young, polished . The son of Emilia Voss, an A-list actress.
Carl scrolled further, eyes narrowing when he read:
Father: Late Weiss Voss.
