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11: Sparks and Suspicion

Author: A.H. Hassan
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-19 21:16:06

Vorian’s POV

I am slouched in my chair, the meeting room buzzing with tension as Claire stammers through her update, her hands shaking like leaves.

I just do not understand why she is shaking like that and movement is really beginning to annoy me.

“We are tracing the encryption,” she says, her voice wobbly, papers trembling. “The leak is internal, but no names yet.”

My blood is boiling, the AI deal leak like a knife in my gut. I was about to speak, then Zephyr’s leg bumps mine under the table,
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