FAZER LOGINAdrian Blackwood doesn’t believe things without evidence. Unfortunately, the latest report was beginning to confirm everything his wife had been warning him about.His security chief presented more findings from the investigation into the anonymous environmental warning. Adrian requested an independent assessment from a specialist. The specialist confirmed that the information deserved further investigation but could not establish that they indicated an approaching catastrophe.There was no reliable prediction of an extreme freeze or a specific disaster date.Adrian disliked the uncertainty. However, he could not ignore the evidence. He remembered Victoria’s purchases, her insistence on backup electricity, and her concerns about water filtration and transportation. Several problems she had anticipated were already appearing in smaller forms. He began to suspect that she had access to information he did not possess.Adrian’s suspicion of Victoria began shifting into respect. He still
Since waking up in Vivian Blackwood’s body, Victoria never wondered whether she had enough money to survive the apocalypse on her own, not until today.She sat in her study reviewing the latest warehouse inventory and supplier estimates. Several deliveries had been postponed. Some equipment was unavailable.She split everything into two columns on her screen. Left: what she needed. Right: what she had.The replacement generators from the new supplier cost $410,000. A month ago the same units had been $135,000. Filtration cartridges had doubled. Fuel was up by a third. Beneath the freight estimate Reeves had typed Sorry, Mrs. Blackwood, as if the market's greed were his fault.She added up what she could afford without Adrian's help. If she purchased everything immediately, she risked exhausting funds needed for other emergencies.She wanted to solve everything at once, getting additional generators, water filtration systems, medical supplies, food storage, fuel, and transport.Then sh
After everything her family did to her. Her younger sister, Sophia keeps asking for a meeting not knowing Vivian and Victoria are the same person.Victoria had spent her whole first life waiting for her family to choose her.Her message came in by eight that morning.My father’s worried about the suppliers you're using. He knows people who could help. Can we talk? Just us?Victoria immediately suspected there was more to the invitationShe remembered Sophia standing behind the shelter doors while she begged to be let inside. Sophia had remained silent.The memory made Victoria’s fingers tighten around her phone. She controlled her expression and agreed to meet.Then she typed: Tomorrow. Three o'clock. Meet me at my house.She chose her home on purpose. It was her ground. She didn’t want to enter anywhere that belonged to the Hales.Sophia arrived with a gift bag and a nervous, hopeful smile. For a moment she looked like the girl who used to crawl into Victoria's bed during thunderstor
The shipment was marked delivered three weeks before Victoria opened her eyes in Vivian Blackwood's body.Yet the warehouse never received a single crate.She found it at midnight, matching Reeves's inventory against the original purchase orders, and her tea went cold immediately.Forty drums of filtration media, ordered in January. Delivery confirmed on February 21. Destination: the north warehouse.Then she saw another paper showing the delivery was redirected. Victoria looked closely and the change was authorised through credentials associated with Vivian’s business operations.Victoria checked the date twice. February 21. Three weeks before March 14. Before she ever woke here.She dug backward and found two more. A pallet of battery cells. A set of fuel bladders. Each rerouted and signed under Vivian's name, each was also missing the approval form that should have been attached.Her mouth went dry. Seventy-two days left, and the ground beneath her preparations had been dug out lon
Adrian read the date countless times.June 11.It was at the bottom of the anonymous warning on his screen. The same date, in his wife's handwriting, was folded in his breast pocket.And he saw it weeks ago, glowing as a countdown on her laptop before she snapped the lid shut. He assumed it’d be a business deadline she was hiding out of spite.He called in his security chief. "I want to know who sent this, as soon as possible. I also want to know the temperature records for the past year, any infrastructure failures, and any readings that look wrong.""Is someone threatening the family, sir?""I don't know yet." He turned the slip between his fingers. "Keep it quiet. Particularly from my wife."The chief hesitated, then nodded and left.Adrian stayed where he was. Down the corridor he could hear Vivian on the phone with Reeves, her warehouse manager. Ever since their marriage, he has never once heard her speak that way to someone who worked for her.He told himself he was protecting
Adrian read the list of his wife’s recent purchases.The money meant nothing to him. His wife’s accounts could cover for a small country’s budget and she wouldn’t blink. It was all the things she had bought that bothered him.Her jewellery was gone. The antique furniture from the east wing, sold to a dealer. And none of it went into the extravagant life she lived. The money made was redirected into warehouses, farmland, generators, water filtration equipment, emergency food supplies, and medical inventory.Now his financial team had flagged another set of orders: emergency blankets, thermal monitoring equipment, supplies used to treat severe hypothermia, oral rehydration products, and medical equipment for dehydration."Why," he asked, "does my wife need enough medical supplies to run a field hospital?"His financial director shifted. "I assumed Mrs. Blackwood was setting up a foundation, sir.""For what?"The man had no answer.Adrian dismissed him and leaned back in his chair. When







