LOGINThe mansion seemed quieter when they walked back inside.As if it had been waiting.The grand entrance remained dimly lit by moonlight slipping through the tall windows. Dust floated lazily through the air, and every step echoed against the marble floor. Outside, Orlov and his people stayed where they were. Nobody followed.Nobody tried to stop them.That somehow felt stranger than violence.William walked beside Thea without saying anything. Rafael and Elena followed a few steps behind, both unusually silent.Everyone was thinking about the same thing.Their fathers had known each other.They had worked together.Orlov had known both of them.And somehow all of it had remained hidden for years.Nothing made sense anymore.Thea suddenly stopped walking.William looked at her.She was staring toward the staircase."I remember this place."Her voice sounded distant.She wasn't talking to anyone in particular."My father used to sit there."She pointed toward the bottom steps."He'd read
Nobody spoke.The night seemed to freeze around the mansion, every sound disappearing beneath the weight of Orlov's words.You remind me of your father.William remained completely still.For a moment, he thought he had misheard him.Then he remembered the photograph.Vienna.The man standing beside Elena.Rafael's expression when he recognized him.Every strange coincidence that suddenly didn't feel like a coincidence anymore.His father had known these people.Somehow.Somewhere.And nobody had ever mentioned it.William slowly looked at Orlov."You knew my father."It wasn't a question.The older man nodded once."Yes."Silence."How?"Orlov studied him carefully.For several seconds, he didn't answer.Then—"Your father was an intelligent man."William's expression hardened."That's not an answer.""No."The older man's gaze remained steady."It isn't."The silence between them became heavier.William had spent years believing he understood his father.Not completely, perhaps. No
For several long seconds, nobody inside the library moved.The headlights outside continued pouring through the tall windows, cutting through the darkness and turning the room into a battlefield divided by light and shadow. Footsteps echoed from somewhere beyond the walls, calm and unhurried, as if the people arriving had no reason to rush.Because they didn't.They knew exactly where everyone inside the mansion was.And that realization alone made the situation infinitely more dangerous.William slowly looked toward the windows again.Three vehicles.Maybe four.Enough people to surround the property completely.Enough to ensure nobody simply walked away.Rafael cursed quietly."I really hate being right."No one answered.Because nobody was interested in his accuracy at the moment.Thea remained staring toward the windows, her face pale but composed. There was fear in her eyes, but it wasn't the kind that caused panic. It looked familiar. The kind of fear that returned after years a
The drive to Quezon City felt different from every other move they had made until now.There was no uncertainty about the destination. No guessing. No searching for fragments of information hidden between conversations. They knew exactly where they were going.The problem was that so did Orlov.William sat in the driver's seat, his hands steady on the steering wheel while the city lights slid past the windows. Beside him, Thea remained unusually quiet. In the back seat, Rafael and Elena exchanged only occasional words, both understanding that this night carried consequences none of them could fully predict.The silence inside the vehicle wasn't comfortable.It was anticipation.And anticipation often felt heavier than fear.William glanced briefly toward Thea.She was staring outside.Lost somewhere inside her thoughts."You okay?"The question broke the silence.She didn't answer immediately.For several seconds, she simply watched the passing lights.Then—"No."The honesty surprise
The room remained completely silent after Elena's last words.Somewhere in Quezon City sat a file containing everything Thea's father had discovered before he disappeared.Everything.The word itself carried enormous weight.Because people did not vanish over ordinary information. They disappeared because they knew something dangerous enough to threaten structures built carefully over decades.And if Thea's father had hidden a file instead of destroying it, then he must have believed someone would eventually find it.Someone he trusted.Or someone capable of understanding its importance.William slowly looked at Elena."Why didn't you say this sooner?"She looked exhausted.Because she probably was."I was afraid.""You're still afraid."A weak smile appeared on her lips."Yes."That honesty somehow made her more believable.Fear had been present in every word she spoke since entering the office. Not dramatic fear. Not the kind people exaggerated.This looked different.This looked pe
The message remained on William's screen long after he finished reading it.Elena worked for my father before he disappeared.A single sentence.Yet it carried enough weight to change the direction of everything.For weeks, every road had somehow led back to the same unanswered question. What happened to Thea's father? Every warning, every piece of information, every act of pressure from Orlov's structure seemed connected to that disappearance. Now, for the first time, someone directly tied to him had appeared.And she was asking for help.William slowly locked his phone and slipped it back into his pocket.Rafael was still watching him."What is it?"William looked up."Thea knows who Elena is."That immediately changed Rafael's expression."She does?""Apparently, Elena worked for her father."The room fell silent.That information created possibilities.None of them comfortable.Rafael spoke first."Then it's either very good news or a trap."William almost smiled."You're becoming
I don’t like delays.And right now, everything was moving too slowly.Not the world.Not the people.Just the answers.“Sir, internal audit is underway.”I stood by the window, watching the early morning bleed into the skyline. “Underway isn’t done.”“We’re narrowing it down.”“That means nothing.”
I don’t scare easily.But I respect patterns.And right now, everything was starting to form one.A warning call. A photo taken without mistake. A message delivered straight to my door.That’s not random.That’s controlled.Which means whoever’s behind this isn’t just watching—they’re planning.“Si
I knew the moment I stepped out of that building—things were already moving.Not slowly.Not quietly.Fast.The kind of fast you don’t notice until it’s already too late.“Sir.”I didn’t answer right away. I was still looking at the entrance behind me, like she might walk out again.She didn’t.Of
I don’t chase people.If I need something, it comes to me.That’s how it’s always been.But as I stood in my office the morning after that meeting, staring at the city like it owed me answers, I already knew—this wasn’t going to follow my usual rules.“Sir, we’ve started digging deeper.”I didn’t t







