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Frozen Assets

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Adrian POV

It starts small. That’s how these things always begin.

Not with collapse.Not with chaos.With a delay.

A pause in a system that isn’t supposed to pause.

I notice it before anyone reports it.

A transaction queue on my screen lingers longer than it should. A minor delay in a subsidiary transfer. The kind of thing most people would ignore.

I don’t.

“Run that again,” I say.

Damien doesn’t question it. He leans over the desk, pulling up the live system logs.

“It’s processing,” he
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