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Chapter 31 — The Question
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2026-06-11 17:41:21
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*POV Derby* The mechanical rumble of the basement garage's ventilation system was the only sound breaking the heavy subterranean quiet. I held my leather briefcase tightly against my side, my heels echoing in a slow, rhythmic cadence across the painted concrete floor as I walked toward the executive sedan waiting near Pillar C. My flight to Zurich was scheduled for eight-thirty tomorrow morning, and my final security clearance token had already been turned in to Daniel. My time in this building was officially down to minutes. A heavy metal door banged open against the concrete wall behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. The rapid, unpolished sound of heavy leather shoes striking the floor told me everything. Jordan was moving fast, abandoning the calculated, regal posture he usually presented to the board. "Derby! Stop!" I paused near the passenger side of the sedan, my hand hovering an inch above the door handle. I took a slow breath, letting the cool garag
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*POV Derby* The laser pointer stayed steady in my right hand, casting a small red dot onto the high-resolution board of directors' financial slide on the projector screen. I didn't open the presentation with a grand speech. I didn't acknowledge the eight senior executives sitting around the long mahogany conference table, nor did I glance toward the head of the room where Jordan sat in his tailored navy suit. "The final audit reconciliation for the European subsidiary integration is complete," I said, my voice smooth, controlled, and echoing clearly against the glass walls of Boardroom B. "Every contingent liability has been re-evaluated under current regulatory standards. The documentation is ready for final executive sign-off before the board submits the merger filings to SEC oversight on Friday." Around the table, subtle shifts of posture broke the silence. A few vice presidents nodded, scribbling notes on their digital pads, while Daniel, standing by the door, crossed his arms
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