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Chapter 134: The Deal Offered in Darkness

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The federal building had a way of draining colour from everything inside it. The walls were pale, the floors a muted grey, and even the people seemed washed out by the seriousness that lived in the air.

James Striker sat in a small conference room, his back straight but his spirit sagging.

A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead even though the room was cold. The hum of the air conditioner was loud in his ears, as if the building itself was listening.

The door opened quietly.

A man in a navy suit stepped in, followed by a woman carrying a slim file. They didn’t introduce themselves with ceremony. There was no need. Their presence alone told James who they were.

The federal prosecutor sat across from him. The woman took a seat beside him and placed the file on the table.

“Mr. Striker,” the prosecutor said calmly, “thank you for agreeing to meet.”

James forced a polite nod. “I didn’t agree. I was told.”

The prosecutor allowed a small, dry smile. “That’s how it usually starts.”

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  • His Choice Wasn't Me   Chapter 135: When the Past Walks In

    Sarah had learned, over the years, that truth rarely arrived with noise. It came quietly, sometimes softly, and often at the exact moment one had almost given up on ever hearing it.That afternoon, as she sat in the private conference room on the top floor of Transcorp, the city stretching endlessly beyond the glass walls, she felt that familiar weight in her chest. The weight that came whenever the past stirred.Ella stood near the door, arms folded, her eyes alert. Spider and Scorpion were stationed outside, unseen but close enough to hear every breath. The room was calm, but it was the kind of calm that existed only because something dangerous was about to be revealed.When the door opened, Sarah did not look up immediately. She already knew who it was. She had seen his name on the file Briggs slid to her earlier that morning.“Ms. Williams,” the man said quietly.Sarah lifted her gaze.Time had not been kind to him. His hair was thinner, his shoulders slightly stooped, and the con

  • His Choice Wasn't Me   Chapter 134: The Deal Offered in Darkness

    The federal building had a way of draining colour from everything inside it. The walls were pale, the floors a muted grey, and even the people seemed washed out by the seriousness that lived in the air.James Striker sat in a small conference room, his back straight but his spirit sagging.A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead even though the room was cold. The hum of the air conditioner was loud in his ears, as if the building itself was listening.The door opened quietly.A man in a navy suit stepped in, followed by a woman carrying a slim file. They didn’t introduce themselves with ceremony. There was no need. Their presence alone told James who they were.The federal prosecutor sat across from him. The woman took a seat beside him and placed the file on the table.“Mr. Striker,” the prosecutor said calmly, “thank you for agreeing to meet.”James forced a polite nod. “I didn’t agree. I was told.”The prosecutor allowed a small, dry smile. “That’s how it usually starts.”He ope

  • His Choice Wasn't Me   Chapter 133: The Voice That Refused to Die

    The room was quiet in a way that felt deliberate.Not the casual silence of people waiting, but the heavy, intentional stillness that came before truth was allowed to speak.Sarah sat at the far end of the long conference table inside a secured federal office suite. The glass walls around them were tinted, shielding the room from prying eyes.Her posture was straight, composed, but her fingers were clasped so tightly together beneath the table that her knuckles had turned pale.Across from her sat Barrister Emmanuel Briggs, his face grave, his legal pad untouched. Beside him was the federal investigator assigned to the case, a man in his early forties with sharp eyes and the kind of calm that came from having seen too many lives unravel in rooms like this.A small black speaker sat in the middle of the table.Inside it lived seven years of buried fire.“Before we proceed,” the investigator said evenly, “I need to confirm that everyone understands the gravity of what we’re about to hea

  • His Choice Wasn't Me   Chapter 132: A Daughter’s Distance

    Melissa’s decline did not happen all at once. It crept in quietly, the way rot settles into wood before anyone notices the smell.At first, it was silence.Her teachers noticed she stopped raising her hand in class. A child who once argued passionately during debates now kept her eyes on her desk.When called upon, she answered with shrugs or not at all. Then came the refusals, refusing to participate in group work, refusing to change for physical education, refusing to explain herself. By the second week, the silence hardened into something sharper.Anger.She pushed a boy who accidentally brushed her shoulder in the hallway. She snapped at a teacher who tried to correct her homework. When a classmate laughed too loudly behind her, Melissa spun around and slapped the desk so hard the room fell silent.That incident earned her a visit to the counselor’s office. The next one earned James a call.This time, the tone was different.Not accusatory, but concerned.James arrived at the scho

  • His Choice Wasn't Me   Chapter 131: The First Crack in the Defense

    The counterattack came exactly as Sarah expected; loud, coordinated, and designed to overwhelm rather than convince.By midmorning, Tiana’s legal team had flooded the court with motions stacked so thick they felt less like law and more like intimidation. Motions to suppress forensic evidence. Motions questioning chain of custody. Motions attacking timelines, witnesses, expert credibility.Each one carefully worded, each one hinting at procedural abuse rather than outright innocence. The message was subtle but deliberate: this case is not about truth; it is about power.And then came the leaks.By noon, the media had picked it up with ravenous enthusiasm. Anonymous “sources close to the defense” whispered to reporters about political interference. About corporate influence. About a powerful CEO allegedly weaponizing the justice system to settle a personal vendetta disguised as prosecution.Sarah’s name was never accused directly, never outright blamed but it was threaded carefully into

  • His Choice Wasn't Me   Chapter 130: Fading Alarms

    The alarm did not scream. It pulsed, low, sharp, deliberate, cutting through the calm efficiency of Transcorp like a blade sliding under skin.Red indicators flashed across the walls, not chaotic, not panicked, but precise. Sarah looked up from her desk instantly.Years in boardrooms and backrooms had trained her to recognise the difference between noise and warning. This was the latter.Within seconds, the building responded like a living organism. Security teams flooded the lower floors, boots echoing against polished marble. Steel shutters slid halfway over glass entrances. Elevators froze mid-descent, then rerouted automatically to secured floors.The hum of emergency generators rose, steady and controlled. It was chaos, yes but disciplined chaos. The kind Transcorp had trained for, though never truly expected to use.Sarah was already on her feet before anyone reached her office. Her two bodyguards stepped in seamlessly, their movements sharp, eyes alert.One pressed a finger to

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