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Pieces Falling Into Place
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2025-10-06 08:12:00Amara’s POV
The office was almost silent that night—just the hum of the AC and the steady tick of the wall clock. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. Everyone except me.My laptop screen glowed faintly in the dark, a spreadsheet open beside a pile of scanned contracts from seven years ago. My eyes stung from staring at numbers too long, chasing the same data, the same question.And then—I found it.At first, it was small. A single figure in the Meriden acquisition report—just slightly off. But wrong enough to feel deliberate. The purchase total had been edited. Not cleanly, either. Someone had logged an unauthorized revision weeks after Damian’s signature.My stomach dropped.Someone had altered the numbers.And the edit trail? It led back to a finance executive who’d left the company quietly years ago… and now worked for the rival firm fueling the current scandal.Not an accident. Not incompetence. Sabotage.
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