LOGINCHAPTER THIRTEEN SOREN'S POV Julian Croft was remarkably easy to dismantle. I spent exactly twelve minutes systematically destroying his entire financial philosophy, isolating him from the senior equity partner he had been desperately trying to impress. The sheer predictability of his arrogance made the distraction almost boring, but I kept my focus locked on his infuriated reactions, ensuring he never once glanced toward the security wing. When Julian finally stormed away toward the opposite side of the ballroom, his face flushed an angry, mottled red, I allowed myself a brief moment of satisfaction. I checked the heavy silver watch on my wrist. Thirteen minutes total. Dante should have completed the cloning sequence and slipped back into the crowd by now. I turned away from the bar, scanning the densely packed floor. The ambient noise of the networking event continued around me, a chaotic blend of corporate jargon and clinking glasses, but I couldn't locate Dante anywhere
CHAPTER TWELVE DANTE'S POV The sheer volume of the Blackridge estate ballroom was a chaotic blend of clinking crystal and aggressive corporate networking, bouncing loudly off the vaulted ceilings.I surrendered my phone to the student volunteer at the front security desk, sliding the device into a numbered plastic bin before stepping fully into the main hall. Soren walked right beside me, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit that made him look like a literal weapon forged for corporate warfare. The stark, formal clothing only amplified the rigid, untouchable composure he naturally carried, drawing the attention of nearly every investor and student we passed. "Julian is standing near the south bar," Soren murmured, keeping his gaze directed straight ahead as we navigated the crowded floor. "He is currently attempting to impress a senior partner from a regional equity firm. I am going to intercept the conversation and completely dismantle his talking points.""Make sure you keep
CHAPTER ELEVEN SOREN'S POV The revelation stood in the air between us, this was toxic and completely devastating. Julian Croft is in possession of the exact names of the informants who sold out the Valez empire from the inside, effectively holding the smoking gun to a twenty-year corporate execution. I looked at Dante, watching the terrifying realization settle over his features. The aggressive, confrontational energy he usually projected was entirely absent, replaced by a cold, silent fury that was infinitely more dangerous. He stared at the glowing screen of my laptop."My mother spent millions trying to uncover the internal leak," Dante stated."She hired private investigators, completely purged the executive board, and spent the last decade assuming the traitor was already dead. And your father had the list sitting on a personal server this entire time.""It was classified as a historical liability," I explained, desperately trying to maintain my own composure as the narrati
DANTE'S POV "Lock the door," Soren ordered, dropping his messenger bag onto the floor and practically diving into his desk chair before I had even fully crossed the threshold. I shoved the heavy door shut, slamming the deadbolt into place and turning around to watch the sheer panic overriding my roommate's usual composure. Soren flipped his laptop open with frantic urgency, his fingers flying across the keyboard to initiate a hard system reboot. The harsh, blue glare of the monitor illuminated his face, highlighting the absolute terror masking his features. For the entire time I had known him, Soren Kade operated like a perfectly calibrated machine. He never raised his voice, he never broke a sweat, and he never allowed anyone to see him lose control. Watching him unravel in the middle of our dimly lit dorm room sent a strange, protective surge of adrenaline straight through my chest, completely overriding my instinct to gloat about a Kade vulnerability. I crossed the room qui
CHAPTER NINE SOREN'S POV The silence in the auditorium was absolute, ringing in my ears like a high-pitched frequency as every single student turned to stare at me. Julian Croft stood at the center of the illuminated stage, radiating an unearned, arrogant victory. He genuinely believed he had cornered us, assuming the sudden public accusation of Kade Capital possessing stolen financial records would force me into a defensive panic. He severely underestimated my training. I pushed my chair back and stood up, buttoning my suit jacket in one fluid, unhurried motion before addressing the stage. I refused to let my pulse dictate my actions, forcing my breathing to remain perfectly even as I met Julian’s triumphant gaze. "Julian is presenting a fabricated narrative built on a highly manipulated dataset," I stated, my voice projecting clearly across the expansive room without a trace of hesitation. "The authorization codes he just displayed are entirely unverified, sourced from a cor
CHAPTER EIGHT DANTE'S POV I turned the cold steel blade over in my hands, tracing the intricate wolf insignia carved into the handle. The physical evidence of Julian Croft’s break-in sat heavily in my palm, proving exactly how dangerous this academic exercise had suddenly become. Across the ruined suite, Soren stood in front of the cracked bathroom mirror, buttoning a crisp white dress shirt with absolute precision. He had barely slept, having spent the last hour of the morning meticulously repairing his appearance to ensure no one at Blackridge suspected we had spent the entire night sitting on a floor covered in shattered glass. I watched him adjust his collar, unable to ignore the jarring shift in my own perspective. Yesterday, I viewed Soren Kade as a robotic extension of his father’s corporate machine. Today, after watching him calmly construct a fifty-page financial decoy while sitting amidst the wreckage of his own belongings, I realized he was entirely different. He w
CHAPTER THREE SOREN'S POV "Meridian Ventures," Dante read aloud, the words sounding like an absolute curse in the stifling quiet of our dorm room. The name of the defunct corporation sat on my laptop screen, glaring back at me in stark black text. Meridian Ventures was the original joint firm t
CHAPTER TWO SOREN'S POV "Are you out of your mind?" Dante demanded, his voice sounded across the marble floor of the lobby.The staff member merely adjusted his glasses, completely unfazed by the sudden outburst. "I do not create the curriculum, Mr. Valez. I only enforce the housing regulations.
CHAPTER ONESOREN'S POV "You are standing in the wrong suite," the voice moved through the light sound of the air conditioning, loud and completely lacking hesitation.I tightened my grip on the leather handle of my luggage, stepping fully into Room 417 and letting the solid-core door shut behind







