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CHAPTER 162
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The late October chill swept across Geneva, crisp and biting, yet oddly refreshing. It reminded me that change was in the air—an echo of everything we had endured and the path that lay ahead.I sat on the edge of the rooftop terrace of our office building, legs curled beneath me, a mug of chamomile tea nestled in my hands. The city glimmered below—traffic lights blinking in rhythm, pedestrians bustling in coats and scarves, unaware of the battle we’d just come through. I had just sent out the final report on the Consortium’s internal reforms—a long, grueling document that would, hopefully, mark a new chapter for our organization.Behind me, I heard the gentle creak of the rooftop door. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him.Jeff.He was the only one who didn’t hesitate to find me when I needed air. Somehow, he always knew when to follow—when silence wasn’t enough.“You left the lights on in your office,” he said gently, joining me on the bench. “I figured you’d be up here.”
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Three months into the Umoja overhaul, we were gaining traction—and making enemies.The Consortium’s blockchain monitoring system had done more than just restore credibility; it was forcing uncomfortable transparency across the humanitarian sector. Aid mismanagement, long buried beneath bureaucratic layers, was being pulled into the light.And not everyone liked that.I stared at the screen in my office, reading the encrypted email again. No greeting. No signature. Just a statement:“Keep pushing and you’ll find yourself buried with your data.”Charming.Jeff leaned against the glass wall, arms folded. “We trace the IP?”“Routed through four countries. Proxy in Myanmar. This one was meant to rattle—not reveal.”He stayed silent for a moment, then said, “Are you rattled?”I turned to him. “Only because it means we’re getting close.”He gave me that slow nod of agreement he reserved for moments when he knew I wasn’t backing down. “Then we keep going.”But not everyone on the board agreed
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Back in New York, the air felt different. Harsher, faster, less forgiving. Geneva had been the battlefield; this was the proving ground.The Consortium headquarters stood like a monolith of purpose—clean glass and ethical ambition. For all its steel and stone, I now saw it as something alive, something fragile. Reputation, after all, was a heartbeat away from a flatline.Jeff and I stepped into the lobby side-by-side. He was on the phone with our Lagos office, his voice even and calm. I scanned the reception area—every corner still bore the weight of recent weeks. Murmured greetings. Quick glances. That subtle caution in the eyes of people not yet sure if they could trust again.We were rebuilding, yes—but some walls take longer to mend than others.“Demi,” a voice called from across the atrium.It was Ava Rhee, our new Director of Global Partnerships. She was brisk, smart as hell, and direct in a way I admired.“We have a situation,” she said. “You might want to take this in your off
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I leaned back in my office chair, the final audit summary glowing from my screen. The numbers, once sources of deception, now told the truth—stark, cold, and undeniable. For weeks, I had buried myself in rebuilding what had crumbled under the weight of betrayal. And yet, even with progress in motion, the exhaustion seeped into my bones like a quiet poison.A soft knock at my office door pulled me from the spiral of numbers.“Come in,” I called, straightening.Jeff stepped inside, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. His tie was loosened, sleeves rolled up, and his expression bore that familiar mix of concern and quiet encouragement.“You’ve been in here since six. Again,” he said, placing one of the cups beside me. “You know you don’t get extra points for burnout.”I managed a tired smile. “I know. But I need to finish this proposal for the summit. If we don’t secure that UN funding—”“Then we pivot,” he interrupted gently. “But we’ll handle it together, Demi. You don’t have to do it
RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHASED ME BACK CHAPTER 162
The boardroom was silent, the air thick with anticipation. I stood at the head of the table, a stack of documents before me, each page a testament to the corruption that had infiltrated the Consortium."Thank you all for convening on such short notice," I began, my voice steady. "What I'm about to present is deeply troubling, but it is imperative that we address it head-on."I distributed the dossiers, watching as each board member absorbed the contents. The evidence was irrefutable: financial discrepancies, unauthorized transactions, and a clear trail leading back to Dr. Alaric Voss.Dr. Voss shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his usual composure faltering. "These allegations are baseless," he declared. "A smear campaign orchestrated to discredit me."I met his gaze. "The data speaks for itself, Dr. Voss. This isn't about personal vendettas; it's about the integrity of our organization."The room erupted into a flurry of discussions, some members expressing shock, others demanding im
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The moment I ended the call, I didn’t celebrate.I didn’t smile.Instead, I sat down at the edge of my kitchen counter, staring at the steam rising from a forgotten mug of tea. Because this wasn’t just a promotion.It was a choice.A life-altering one.Geneva meant leaving behind the organization I had rebuilt from the ground up. It meant leaving behind my team, my projects, my roots…And Jeff.That night, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, mind replaying everything that had led to this moment. The highs. The betrayals. The healing. The victories.I didn’t know what Jeff would say.And that terrified me.So the next morning, I told him.We were walking along the harbor, the air heavy with salt and slow waves. I stopped, my hands buried in my coat pockets.“I got a call,” I said.He turned, eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Good news?”“Depends on your definition.” I paused. “The Global Aid Consortium offered me the Executive Chair. In Geneva.”His face didn’t fall. He didn’t flinch.H
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