Mag-log inAlexander entered the house and heard movement from the kitchen.“Alexander?”“I’m here.”Regina appeared a moment later, one hand resting lightly against the side of her stomach. She smiled when she saw him.Alexander walked toward her and placed a hand gently against her cheek.“How’s my beautiful wife doing?”“She’s good… she just feels better now that her husband is home.”His smile deepened.He glanced toward the dining room.“What did you make?”“I didn’t make anything.”Alexander looked back at her.Regina tried to keep a straight face.“I was deciding whether to tell you that I have a surprise.”“A surprise?”She nodded.Before he could ask anything else, a man dressed in an immaculate chef's uniform appeared from the kitchen, followed by two members of the household staff.Alexander looked at them, then at Regina.The chef gave a polite nod.“Everything is ready, Mrs. Kingston.”“Thank you.”The chef turned toward the staff, giving them a few quiet instructions before steppin
By the time the first reports from the archive reached the city, Alexander was already in his office. He had been there since shortly after eight, working through a series of contracts that had accumulated while his attention had been divided between the company and everything surrounding it.Nathan entered a little after two. He carried no folder this time. That alone made Alexander look up. Nathan rarely came into his office empty-handed when there was something important to discuss. Usually, there was a report, a tablet, or a file thick enough to suggest another problem waiting to be solved. Today, he had nothing.Alexander closed the document in front of him.“What happened?”Nathan walked toward the desk.“The archive search produced results.”Alexander leaned back in his chair.“How significant?”“Significant enough that I thought you should hear it directly.”Alexander studied him for a moment before gesturing toward the chair.“Sit.”Nathan took the seat opposite him.“Federal
By eight in the morning, two federal investigators stood inside the old records facility with Claire Bennett and a court-authorized search team.The building looked as though it had been forgotten by the world, but the condition of the records suggested otherwise. Dust covered the upper shelves, settled along the edges of filing cabinets, and clung to the corners of unused tables. Yet beneath the neglect, the archive remained remarkably organized.The security system was surprisingly modern. Electronic locks controlled the restricted sections. Cameras covered the corridors. Access logs were stored digitally, and several temperature-controlled rooms protected older documents from deterioration. The archive had been maintained even after most of the Kingston corporate records were transferred elsewhere.Claire stood near the entrance while one of the investigators compared the court order with the facility's access records.“Everything matches,” he said.Claire nodded.“Start with the p
Alexander arrived home a little after seven. The house greeted him with the soft sound of piano music drifting from somewhere in the living room and the faint aroma of dinner coming from the kitchen. After the day he'd had, the combination was enough to make him slow his steps. He loosened his tie as he walked through the entrance. He found Regina near the dining area, arranging the last few things on the table. She had changed into a loose, comfortable dress, and her hair was gathered casually behind her head. One hand rested beneath the curve of her stomach as she moved a glass a few inches to the left. She looked up. Her face brightened immediately. “There you are.” Alexander smiled. He crossed the room and kissed her forehead. “I missed you.” “I missed you too.” She took his jacket from him before he could protest and placed it over the back of a nearby chair. “You're eating first,” she said. Alexander glanced toward the table. She led him to the table, and he took the
Alexander was halfway through reviewing a contract when Nathan walked into his study without knocking. That alone made him look up.Nathan rarely interrupted him during meetings, and never without a reason.“What happened?”Nathan closed the door behind him.“The prosecutors met with Victor.”Alexander's attention sharpened.“When?”“Today.”Alexander leaned back in his chair.“Do we know what he told them?”“Not specifically.”“Then how do you know he met them?”“His legal records changed. The meeting was formally requested and approved. There's no indication anyone interfered with it.”Alexander stared at him for a moment.“And Andrew?”“No confirmed movement.”That answer should have been reassuring. Instead, Alexander felt the familiar tension settle across his shoulders. Victor had made his decision, and that's what mattered.Alexander closed the contract.“Anything else?”“There's one thing.”Nathan placed a document on the desk.“The prosecutors requested verification on an old
“You asked for this meeting. So tell us why you're here.” Victor Moretti looked across the table at the two federal prosecutors. A recorder sat between them, its red light already glowing. Victor glanced at it once before returning his attention to the woman who had spoken. “I came because I have information about the Kingston financial structure.” The prosecutor did not move. “Which Kingston?” “Richard Kingston's.” “And what does that information have to do with you?” Victor leaned back. “More than I'd like.” The second prosecutor opened a folder. “We already know your history with the Kingston Group.” “You know the public version.” “We're interested in the other version.” Victor almost smiled. “That is why I'm here.” The woman introduced herself as Claire Bennett, then identified her colleague. Victor listened without interrupting. Claire folded her hands over the file. “Before we continue, understand that this meeting does not give you immunity. Nothing you say gu




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