Novels by Dessy Ana

I made coffee at 5:43am. I was not able to sleep, and by 5:43am I gave up on sleep and decided to make some coffee. I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop open and Robert Hale’s document in front of me.I started cross-referencing and annotating line by line, and by 6:30, I had three pages of notes and a cup of coffee I hadn’t finished, with a little more clarity and context on Robert Hale, although the exhaustion was still there. I showered and got dressed for the day, glancing at the mirror one last time before picking up my bag and heading to the car. When I got to the foundation, I made three calls from the car park.I called my lawyer first. “Investigate the name Robert Hale,” I told her. “I need everything you can find, his board memberships, financials, litigation, and connections, in the next forty-eight hours.”“I’ll start this morning,” she repliedI called Dr. Warren next. “I need your honest assessment of a name,” I said. “Robert Hale.”“I know that name," he replied.“

I didn’t move from the sink, and the tap was still running; I hadn’t noticed. I reached for it and turned it off.I stood there with the dishcloth in my hand and the phone pressed to my ear while Margaret started“Two weeks before I came to the park,” she said, “a man called me.”“His name is Robert Hale, and I knew him from the medical research conference circuit," she paused."When Robert Hale called me," she started, "he told me you deserved to know the truth about Adrian. That was all he said; he made it about you and being fair, about giving you the full picture of the person working beside you." She paused. "He never mentioned Crestfield; he just said you deserved to know, and I believed him because the information was true and because I thought I was doing something honest."I could tell it was taking her a lot to come to me this way. “I believed I was giving you information you deserved,” she said. “Everything I told you was true, and my mother worked for that family; she saw

Tina's POV I sat in the car park for one minute before I got out; I just needed some alone time for myself before the day started. I took the stairs to my office and hung up my coat as I picked up my first patient's chart before sitting down. After a couple of minutes, I set out to see my first patient. Angela was sitting up in her bed when I came in; she is four years old and had spent six weeks at the foundation. I crouched to her level. "Good morning, Angela," I called. She looked at me carefully. "You came early today," she said. "Yes, I did," I said. "Why?" she asked. I checked her vitals. "Because you are my first patient," I said. "And that means you get the best version of me." She was quiet for a while. "Okay," she said finally. I adjusted her dosage and updated her chart. I said goodbye as she watched me leave. I went to see my second patient; her mother had a notebook in her hand. "I hope this is not too much," she said quickly. "I know you are busy. I just… I needed

He looked at the counterproposal on his desk, then he looked at me and started. “I went through the report that was shared with me from Crestfield, on page three," he said, his voice calm. “There were six moves that explain the dates, scale, and the exact points they hit in Wesley Corp.” “I recognized the structure; it was mine, the same intermediary setup I spent two years building.” He continued, "But I didn’t make those moves.” “I had stopped three weeks ago; someone kept going.” I watched as he leaned back slightly. “Daniel followed the funding trail: three holding companies, two shell structures." "Every path led to the same place, Crestfield.” He held my gaze. “Seventy percent of the public damage to Wesley Corp wasn’t mine,” I said. “I gave them the structure. The timing. I assumed when I stopped, they would too.” He shook his head. “I was wrong,” my moves were internal,” he said. “Board relationships, supplier confidence. We were timing our actions to align with the qua

Charles closed the door. He didn’t sit immediately; he stood there for a second with a folder under his arm, looking around the office, and then he walked up to my desk and took his seat. He opened the folder, took out a single page, and placed it on the desk between us. I looked at it; my name was at the top. “How long?” he asked.“Twenty years.” I replied“Your father’s company," he said“Yes.” I saidThere was a brief silence between us, then he went on, “I’ve been going through the old files,” he said, "acquisitions and partnerships that dated back.”“I know what my family did," he said with a low voice.I looked at him, Charles Wesley, who was sitting across from me and saying it as if he had finally allowed himself to understand. But hearing him say he knew what his father did after all these years was beginning to make everything feel too simple.I stood up from where I sat and walked to the window, turning my back to him. I was quiet for a while. “My father…” I started, then

Charles's POVMy phone kept buzzing during the budget presentation; I put it on silent and kept my eyes on the screen while the CFO walked through Q3 numbers. I made two notes and waited for the slide to change before angling my phone just enough to read it under the table. It was a text; I read the message Found. I put the phone back in my pocket.“Go back to slide fourteen,” I said to the CFO. He clicked it back; I asked my questions and listened to the answer. We stayed another forty minutes, said what needed to be said, and ended the meeting.I called the investigator on my way out; he answered immediately. “Talk,” I said.He began saying everything he has found from his investigation: the names, timelines, and the supplier story that broke three days ago. “Send everything,” I said, replying to everything he had said as I ended the call.The files arrived and I spread them across the desk in order of earliest to the most recent I read through the damage column by column; two boar