LOGIN*Monday | 2:04pm | Queens Warehouse*The air in the warehouse was cold and dusty, and it smelled like old paper and rust. Elena was still holding the sign-in sheet in her hands when her phone buzzed with the unknown number photo. She looked at it for one second. Her and Ryan, standing between the shelves, the file between them. Someone was watching. She deleted it without saying anything. Ryan saw her face change. Ryan said, “What is it?” Elena said, “Nothing. We need to go.” They walked out in silence. Derek from Security was pulling into the lot as they left. He didn’t see them. In the car, Ryan kept his eyes on the road, but his hands were tight on the wheel. Ryan said, “Are you going to take that to Agent Cole?” Elena said, “Yes. But not tonight. If I walk in there with this now, I have to explain how I got it. And I can’t.” Ryan nodded. He understood what she wasn’t saying. Adrian. The warehouse. The photo that was sent and deleted. For the rest of the drive n
*Monday | 7:00am | Voss Tower, 68th Floor*The city was still gray when Adrian walked into the office. Reyes was already there, standing with a tablet and the kind of posture that never relaxed, even in a room that cost 40 million dollars. Reyes said, “Carter filed the suit at 1:03am. Blackwood stock is down 14%. The board is screaming for a settlement.” Adrian poured coffee into a black mug and didn’t offer Reyes any. Reyes said, “She deleted the photo you sent.” Adrian said, “Good.” Reyes said, “Sir, respectfully, why are we helping her find the culprit when we’re the ones who paid Marcus Hale to start the fire?” Adrian turned from the window. His face didn’t change. Adrian said, “Weak CEO loses.” Reyes waited. Adrian said, “Strong CEO. Weak companies. I buy both.” Reyes nodded once. That was all the explanation he was going to get. Adrian didn’t create chaos to watch it. He created chaos to control what came after it. If Elena got fired for falling for the frame, Ca
*Sunday | 6:00am | The Call*Elena was awake before her alarm. She hadn’t slept. Her phone rang. Unknown number. Elena said, “Hello?” Agent Cole said, “Ms. Carter. We need you to come down to the precinct. We have something.” Elena said, “What kind of something?” Agent Cole said, “The police file. It’s ready.” He hung up.---*Sunday | 7:30am | 9th Precinct*The precinct smelled like coffee and bleach. Agent Cole and Detective Ruiz were waiting in a small room with no windows. On the table was a manila folder. Thick. Detective Ruiz said, “We finished the preliminary report.” Elena sat. Detective Ruiz opened the folder. Photos. Reports. Witness statements. Detective Ruiz said, “Cause of fire: Arson. Point of origin: Chemical storage room. Accelerant: Industrial solvent.” Elena said, “And the suspect?” Agent Cole slid a photo across the table. It was security footage from Plant 7. A person in a Blackstone uniform. Face blurred by a hood. In their hand: a clipboar
*Friday | 2:17am | Phone Call*Elena was asleep for the first time in days when her phone screamed. Maya’s voice was shaking. Maya said, “Elena. Carter Manufacturing Plant 7 in Newark is on fire.” Elena sat up. Elena said, “Is anyone hurt?” Maya said, “They’re still counting Ma.""Cause?"Maya said, “Arson. They found evidence. They think it was Blackwood. The fire started in the chemical storage wing. It’s bad.” Elena said, “I’m on my way.” She hung up and was in clothes in 4 minutes.---*Friday | 3:40am | Newark Plant 7*The fire was still burning. Mr. Okoro, the plant manager, met Elena at the police line. Mr. Okoro said, “Ms. Carter. They found this in the debris.” He held up an evidence bag. Inside was a lighter. Engraved: _S.B._ Sophia Blackwood. CEO of Blackwood Corp. Carter’s biggest competitor. And the woman who had been trying to take Carter’s government contracts for 2 years. Mr. Okoro said, “The fire marshal says the chemicals were moved out of the vault
*Wednesday | 7:00am | Carter Holdings, 42nd Floor*Elena had been staring at the same FDA rejection letter for 20 minutes. _MERIDIAN BIOTECH - PRE-IND APPLICATION: DENIED_ _Reason: Insufficient legal representation. Insufficient regulatory strategy. Application incomplete._ The funding was in Meridian’s account. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that no top-tier FDA law firm would touch Meridian. They were too small. They were too risky. And their CEO was an “Interim” CEO at Carter Tech who had a prison record and a last name people were still learning how to say. Maya came in and set down coffee. Maya said, “Dr. Park called twice.” Elena said, “I know.” Maya said, “What did Legal say?” Elena said, “Legal said no firm will take us without a 2 million dollar retainer and a Carter guarantee. And Carter won’t give a guarantee for a company we don’t own.” Maya said, “So what now?” Elena closed the letter and said, “Now we shut down in 6 weeks.”---*Wednesday | 10:00
*Thursday | 6:10am | Carter Holdings, 42nd Floor*The market opened in Lagos City before island market was awake and Elena was watching it happen in real time. Three screens. All of them bleeding red. It wasn’t Carter Tech. It was Blackwood. BLWD was down 11% in pre-market and the ticker had a little arrow that wouldn’t stop pointing down. Maya came in at 6:20 with coffee and didn’t say anything for a minute because she could see Elena’s jaw was tight. Maya said, “Blackwood put out a profit warning at 4am. They missed Q3 by 22%. Revenue, guidance, everything.” Elena didn’t look away from the screen and said, “I saw the filing.” Maya said, “Our phones are already ringing. Investors want to know if the talent transfer makes us exposed.” Elena said, “We’re not exposed. We’re hiring 200 engineers with signed contracts and competitive pay. That’s not exposure. That’s growth.” Maya nodded and set the coffee down. She said, “Mr. Hales wants Boardroom 3 at 8. Mrs. Delgado already







