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Author: Wunmi Ijaola
last update publish date: 2026-08-23 22:13:03

Sterling met Ivy back at Reagan's office two hours later, both of them running on nothing but adrenaline and bad coffee, the press conference footage still looping on every screen in the building.

"Any word on Webb," Ivy asked, the second she was through the door.

"Nothing." Reagan's face was gray with exhaustion and fear. "His apartment's empty. No sign of forced entry, no note, nothing. Either he ran, or someone convinced him to."

"Or someone took him," Sterling said grimly.

Ivy's stomach tur
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    The security team arrived within two hours, moving through Vane Tower's executive floor with quiet, methodical efficiency, and Ivy watched from Reagan's office as they worked, something uncomfortable settling into her chest at the particular clinical way they discussed the violation of her own privacy."Two devices," the lead technician reported, laying small, unremarkable pieces of equipment on Reagan's desk like evidence at a crime scene, which, Ivy supposed, was exactly what they were. "One in the reception area outside Sterling's office, audio only, likely capturing meeting room conversations through the shared ventilation. The other's more concerning, a tracking device attached to the undercarriage of Ivy's car, professional grade, the kind that requires physical access to install.""When," Sterling asked, voice tight and controlled in the way Ivy had learned meant real fury simmering underneath."Hard to say precisely. The battery life suggests installation sometime in the last

  • I'm The Thorn Stuck In The Billionaire Celebrity's Foot   51

    Ivy sat with the offer for a long moment, the particular tangled complexity of it settling slowly into place, professional opportunity and personal entanglement colliding in a way none of her careful boundary setting over the past months had quite prepared her for."I don't know if I can take this," she said finally. "Sterling's my fiancé. Working on his family foundation's launch feels like exactly the kind of conflict I've been avoiding since I started here.""I thought you might say that." Kennedy leaned back, studying her thoughtfully. "For what it's worth, I disagree, though I want you to make the call yourself, not because I'm pressuring you into it. This isn't a corporate account with murky motives, Ivy. It's a charitable foundation, publicly launched, with a design brief that has nothing to do with Vane Corp's business operations at all. The conflict of interest concerns that applied to Holt's account don't really apply here.""It still feels complicated.""Most good opportuni

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    Sterling stared at the folder for a long moment before finally opening it, and Ivy watched something complicated move across his face as he read through page after page of careful, anonymous donations, dated back further than she'd expected, further than the fraud, further than most of what Ivy understood about Julian Vane's public life."This is nearly two million dollars," Sterling said slowly, "given away anonymously, over almost twenty years, to pediatric cardiac units specifically. My father never mentioned any of this. Not once, in his entire life.""Why pediatric cardiac units," Ivy asked quietly, something in the specificity nagging at her.Delilah's face had gone pale, something old and grieving surfacing behind her eyes. "Because we lost a daughter, before Sterling was born. A heart defect the doctors couldn't fix in time. Julian never spoke about her, not once in all our years together, not even when I begged him to. I assumed he'd simply buried it, the way he buried everyt

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    They didn't hear from Trent again that week, and the silence sat uneasy in Ivy's chest despite everything else demanding her attention, a small, persistent worry she kept circling back to even as the investigation into Holt's shell company network moved forward with real momentum."The documentation checks out," Reagan said, spreading printouts across Sterling's office table with the particular grim satisfaction Ivy had learned meant genuine progress. "Eleven separate acquisitions, all traced back to Holt Industrial through increasingly obvious shell layers, once you know what you're looking for. This isn't just aggressive business practice, Sterling. This is a textbook antitrust case.""Can we take it to the SEC," Sterling asked."We can, and I think we should, immediately, before Holt has any chance to bury or restructure the evidence now that he knows we're aware of it." Reagan's jaw was tight. "This isn't a fight we can win purely through boardroom votes or shareholder presentatio

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    The legal team spent three days untangling Holt's claim, and by the end of it Ivy understood exactly how carefully he'd built his position, buying Ashford Transit specifically because its existing contracts overlapped, on paper, with the exact regional corridor Vane Corp's Singapore expansion required."It's a manufactured conflict," the lead attorney explained, spreading maps and contract language across Sterling's office table with weary precision. "Real on paper, meaningless in practice, but enough to trigger a legitimate court review that could delay your expansion for months while it gets sorted out.""Months we don't have," Sterling said, jaw tight. "The Singapore partnership has its own timeline pressures. If this drags on too long, they'll start looking at other partners instead of waiting on us."Ivy sat quietly through most of the strategy discussion, her design instincts feeling entirely useless against something this legally technical, until an idea surfaced, small and hal

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    Sterling's face went hard reading the message over her shoulder, all the softness from twenty minutes earlier hardening instantly into something colder, more focused."That's not Julian's number," he said, studying it closely. "And it's not Holt's, not directly, we've had his known numbers flagged for months.""Someone working for him.""Or someone Reagan hasn't identified yet." Sterling was already dialing, jaw tight. "This isn't a coincidence, Ivy. Someone photographed us in Singapore, from another building, the same trip Holt suddenly moved on Ashford Transit."Reagan picked up on the second ring, and Ivy watched Sterling's explanation land hard on the other end of the line, silence stretching long enough that Ivy could hear Reagan's sharp intake of breath even from across the room."I'll have someone trace the number tonight," Reagan said, once Sterling put her on speaker. "Ivy, I need you to know, whoever sent this wants you to feel watched. That's the entire point of a message l

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