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LEVERAGE GAMES

작가: Grace Pearl
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-07-25 15:14:01

POV: SASHA

He sold me out.

I know the second I see the file.

One look at the ledger, the statement headings, the routing numbers tied to the Cross Foundation accounts… and my name at the top, bold, unmissable.

Primary beneficiary.

Like I’m the fucking mastermind.

Like I’m the one who came up with the idea to launder donations through shell orgs, reroute funds from Elena’s social initiative into Nathaniel’s campaign slush fund. Like I wasn’t just cleaning up their mess, doing what I was told, keeping their image polished while they burned everything behind them.

But there it is. In a nice little bundle, “leaked” to a conservative blogger with a flair for public shaming and no taste in fonts.

My name.

Alone.

No Nathaniel. No Elena. Just me.

The expendable one.

The second I see the financials, I know exactly what Nathaniel’s doing.

He’s prepping to toss me overboard.

I scroll through the files on my phone, my hand shaking. It’s not even subtle—my name’s everywhere. Elena’s foundation slu
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