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Chapter 103: A Failed Assassination
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His Choice Wasn't Me Chapter 109: Blood Almost Spilled
Night had a way of making everything feel closer than it truly was.Sarah sat in the back seat of her car, her phone pressed to her ear, her gaze drifting lazily past the darkened streets as they curved toward her apartment complex.The city lights thinned the farther they went, replaced by long stretches of shadow and trees that leaned inward, as though listening.“Mum, you’re not even listening to me,” Daniel’s voice came through the line, faint but warm, wrapped in the distance of another continent.Sarah smiled despite herself. “I am listening,” she said softly. “You’re telling me about your economics test.”“And how unfair the lecturer is,” Daniel added with a laugh. “He expects us to think like professionals already.”“You’re capable, son,” she replied. “You’ve always been.”Daniel paused. “You sound tired.”She shifted slightly in her seat. “It’s been a long day, my darling.”“Still working late?”“As usual.”He hesitated. “You know you don’t have to carry everything alone, rig
His Choice Wasn't Me Chapter 108: “Sarah Must Die!”
James was already heading for the door when Tiana’s voice stopped him mid-step.“James.”He paused, fingers tightening around the handle of his briefcase. His suit was immaculate, his tie perfectly knotted, his face carefully arranged into the expression of a man bracing himself for another brutal day at work. He did not turn immediately. He already sensed that whatever Tiana wanted to say would not be small.“I’m late,” he said eventually, his voice restrained. “If this is about breakfast or—”“Sit down,” Tiana said, cutting him off. “We need to talk. Now.”James finally turned. Something in her tone caught his attention. There was no pleading, no anger, no emotional tremor. Just firmness. He sighed, already irritated.“Can’t this wait till I get back?” he asked. “You know how things are at the office right now.”Tiana stepped closer, folding her arms. “It’s about the office. And about you.”That made him hesitate.“And your legacy,” she added.The word landed with weight.James look
His Choice Wasn't Me Chapter 107: Preparing for Attack
Victor – the assassin, employed by Tiana, watched from inside the parked van, his eyes fixed on the glass façade of Transcorp as evening shadows stretched across the city.The engine was off, the windows tinted dark enough to obscure his presence, the van positioned carefully among other vehicles so it blended into the background like it belonged there.To anyone passing by on foot or in traffic, it looked like nothing more than another contractor's vehicle waiting for clearance or perhaps a delivery delayed by bureaucracy.To Victor, it was a vantage point. A watchtower. A weapon.He lifted the binoculars again, adjusting the focus with practiced precision until Sarah's office floor came into clear view through the building's massive windows. The lights were still on, glowing softly against the darkening sky.That meant she was still inside, still working, still following the patterns he'd been cataloging for days. Predictable. Sarah Williams worked late more often than not, frequent
His Choice Wasn't Me Chapter 106
The private launch was deliberately understated.No press. No flashing cameras. No dramatic speeches. Just a carefully curated guest list, soft lighting, muted music, and the quiet confidence of people who understood power didn’t need noise to announce itself.The event was held on the terrace of an exclusive members-only club overlooking the city, the skyline glowing faintly as evening settled in.Sarah arrived precisely on time.She wore a simple, elegant dress that spoke of restraint rather than excess. Ella walked a step behind her, tablet tucked under her arm, eyes already scanning the room. Sarah’s posture was relaxed, but her awareness was razor-sharp.Private events like this were rarely social; they were transactional. And tonight, she knew exactly who she was there to see.“Ms. Williams,” a man said smoothly as he approached.Sarah turned to face him.“Mr. Jonathan Hale,” she replied with a polite smile.Jonathan Hale was one of Striker Holdings’ long-time investors, known f
His Choice Wasn't Me Chapter 105: Meeting with James
James arrived at Transcorp just after midday, his mood already simmering beneath a tightly controlled exterior.The glass-fronted building towered above him, gleaming and calm, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing inside his chest. He barely acknowledged the receptionist as he walked through the lobby, his strides long and purposeful, his jaw set.He didn’t need to announce himself. At this point, confrontation had become inevitable.He spotted Sarah just as she stepped out of the building’s revolving doors, flanked by her security detail. She was dressed impeccably, as always, her posture relaxed, her attention momentarily on her phone as Ella murmured something beside her.“Sarah!” James called sharply.She paused.Before she could even turn fully, her two bodyguards stepped forward in perfect unison, blocking James’ path. Their presence was overwhelming, tall, broad-shouldered, eyes cold and assessing.James instinctively flinched, halting his steps. The air around them felt sudde
His Choice Wasn't Me Chapter 104: Corporate War Activated
James had learned, over the years, to trust discomfort more than numbers.It started as a faint irritation at the back of his mind, the kind that refused to be ignored no matter how busy the day became. He had been going through routine financial updates in his office just after noon, expecting the usual predictability that came with Striker Holdings’ tightly controlled systems.Instead, he found himself rereading the same figures repeatedly.A project approval that should have been signed off within forty-eight hours was still pending.Another had been pushed back without a formal explanation. Even worse, a scheduled fund release, one that had been confirmed weeks earlier, was now marked ‘under review’.James leaned back slowly, his fingers steepled beneath his chin.This wasn’t market fluctuation. He had seen those before—chaotic, emotional, reactionary. This felt calculated. Quiet. Intentional.He opened his email inbox and scanned through recent correspondence. The language had ch
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