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The Unrest
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2025-07-02 22:48:08
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In the Wake of Truth More Salt to Injury
(Jane’s POV)One week.Seven days since Powell’s voice had dropped to that low, guarded tone in my office, he spoke of Julia as though she were a problem he needed to manage.Seven days since the anonymous caller had dangled Victor Boaz in front of me like bait on a hook. Five days since I had packed the last of my things from Andrew’s penthouse and told him, firmly but calmly—that I needed space that belonged only to me.The new apartment was exactly what I had asked for: sleek, minimalist, twenty-second floor of a discreet Midtown tower with large extensive windows that framed the glittering city like a painting I could close the curtains on.Grey marble counters, soft gray walls, a single abstract painting above the fireplace that reminded me of chaos at dusk.No music playing in the background. No Nathan’s cologne lingering in the closets nor Andrew’s quiet presence in the next room, offering protection wrapped in something that was beginning to feel dangerously close to real.I
In the Wake of Truth The First Stance
(Luke Linderman’s POV)“Not guilty.”The words left my mouth sharp and unyielding, cutting through the courtroom before the clerk had even finished reading the final charge. I gave no space for hesitation, no allowance for spectacle, only certainty and what felt like clarity to me.Beside me, Pedro swallowed hard.“State your plea,” the clerk repeated, eyes fixed on the paper in front of her.“Not guilty,” I said again, this time more slowly, each word coming out in a gentle fashion.Pedro followed. “N–not guilty,” he muttered, the tremor in his voice betraying what his face tried to conceal.Then Paschal, Keto, and Garry answered in turn, standing shoulder to shoulder beside him. Their voices were quieter, less steady, as if the weight of what those words truly meant had begun pressing against their chests.Four men who had once moved like extensions of me now sat shoulder to shoulder with me at the defense table, reduced to surnames on a federal docket.The courtroom felt colder and
In the Wake of Truth Access Denied
(Julia’s POV)The exact thing that was taken from me that morning wasn’t my freedom.It was my nurse—Dr. Stephanie.I had appealed through every channel I could think of, begged in every way dignity would allow, but it hadn’t mattered.“She’s not authorized,” the federal agent said flatly, blocking the doorway with his shoulder. “We’ve arranged our own medical staff.”I sat on the narrow cot, hands folded over my stomach, and watched as my personal nurse, the woman I had come to trust, the one Nathan himself had introduced to me, was turned away without so much as a second glance.The door closed behind her with a soft, final click.A woman in pale blue scrubs stepped in moments later. Her expression was distant and unreadable, the kind that made you question whether she possessed the warmth required to be a true caregiver.“Julia Frank,” she said, checking a tablet. “I’m Nurse Glory. I’ll be conducting your exam.”I nodded, though my throat felt discomfort.They escorted me down two
In the Wake of Truth Before the Gavel Falls
(Nathan’s POV)Saturday mornings used to feel slower and peaceful.That was the first thought that crossed my mind as I stepped out of the bathroom, a white towel slung low around my waist, steam still clinging to my skin. The mirror had reflected a man who looked rested but wasn’t; eyes alert, jaw set, mind already several steps ahead of the new day.I put on my clothes quickly, habit more than urgency, and padded into the living room. The apartment felt hollow and unnervingly still, the kind that settles in only when life decides to place more weight on your shoulders than you’re prepared to bear.I picked up the remote and turned on the television.The screen flickered to life.“…will be arraigned in federal court four days from now,” the newscaster said smoothly, her voice sharp with practiced composure. “Luke Linderman, alleged drug kingpin and head of one of the largest crime syndicates in the Midwest, was apprehended over a week ago along with some of his main associates…”My
In the Wake of Truth The Unwritten Price
(Nathan’s POV)“Mr. Frank, it seems I’m catching you at a bad moment. Maybe we should talk when you’re ready.”Packman’s voice came through calm and measured, the tone of a man who was either about to deliver salvation or a death sentence.“No,” I said quickly, steadying my tone. “I was actually expecting your call — I just thought it was someone else at first.”A faint sound of clinking glass came through the line. He was probably still at the golf range, or somewhere nearby. There was always something unnervingly effortless about the way he balanced business, pleasure, and danger, like they were habits he’d long since learned to combine effortlessly.“I’ve just come out of a meeting,” he said, “with three men whose opinions carry more authority than I care to neglect. “One of them, in particular, Mr. Harry has direct access to the Vice President. You might remember the name.”I did. Harry Iglo, the former governor turned federal powerbroker, a man whose influence in the capital st
In the Wake of Truth Close to the Chest
(Jane's POV) “Jane.”Powell spoke with the tone of a man who had come unwillingly, and at the sound, my eyes flew open. I sat up straight in my chair.“Mr. Powell,” I managed, though my voice sounded steadier than the frantic beat of my pulse.He stepped inside, leaving the door half-closed, a familiar habit of his that usually implied both privacy and openness, though today it felt a bit off. Powell carried himself like a gentleman, cordial with all his employees, and I had never been an exception to that courtesy. His gaze moved across the room, lingering on the neatly piled up files on my desk before finally settling on me.“How far have you and the intern—Dorris, yes? gone with the compilation of the Chicago trip report I asked for earlier on?” His tone was brisk, but his eyes probed, studying me as though he was trying to understand whether I had been distracted or doing the job for which I was being handsomely paid.I blinked, forcing myself back into the present. “I asked D
In the Wake of Truth Traces and Triggers
(Nathan's POV)It was just after 7 p.m. when I finally pulled into the driveway.The air carried that sluggish heaviness, like the pause before a dam gives way. Not just in the sky, but deep in the bones. My suit jacket was slung over the passenger seat, half-forgotten between meetings, crisis call
In the Wake of Truth The Echo Between Hours
(Jane’s POV)5:20 amThe clock blinked steadily in the dim, early hush—mocking the stillness, marking time like it knew something I didn’t.Andrew hadn’t moved from the doorway.The dream still clung to me, like the stench of something rotting, thick and stubborn, soaked into my skin and refusing t
In the Wake of Truth A Quiet Man’s War
(Andrew’s POV)The sound of Jane’s door clicking shut behind her echoed louder in my head than it should have. For a second, I just stood there, staring at the closed hallway, half-hoping she’d open it again. Say something else. But she didn’t.I turned back toward the sitting room. The wires were
In the Wake of Truth What the Silence Remembered
(Jane’s POV)The envelope dangled from my fingers—weightless, yet somehow heavier than anything else in the room. The photo, no longer hidden, rested in my other hand like a whisper that refused to fade.Andrew stepped closer. His presence was steady, but his eyes told a different story—sharp with
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