LOGINThird-person POV"What is this?" Hart asked."This is the next phase." Margaret closed the folder. "Bennett Holdings is about to enter a period of rapid expansion. Green Valley Phases Three through Ten. New investors. New contractors. New partnerships. Evelyn is scaling faster than her infrastructure can support, and she doesn't realise it yet because the revenue from Phases One and Two is masking the underlying strain."She tapped the folder."In approximately three months, Bennett Holdings will face a liquidity crisis. Not because the company is failing, but because the pace of expansion will outstrip its cash reserves. Contractor payments will come due before investor capital is fully deployed. The Green Valley schedule will slip. Phase Three will overrun its budget. And Evelyn, who has just removed six experienced employees from her organisation and is operating with a depleted senior team, will find herself managing a crisis with fewer resources than she needs.""You're going to
Third-person POVMargaret closed her eyes, just for a moment. When she opened them, the pleasant, composed expression she'd walked in with was gone. What remained was colder, sharper, and infinitely more dangerous."That was careless, Gregory.""I was being fired. I wasn't thinking strategically.""No. You weren't." She stood and walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside an inch. Light fell across her face, illuminating the fine lines around her eyes and the set of her jaw. She looked out at the street below for a long moment, then let the curtain fall."Let me tell you something," she said, her back still to him. "Because I think you've lost sight of what we're doing here, and I need you to understand it clearly before we proceed."She turned."I have spent the better part of six years engineering a specific outcome. Not a business outcome, Gregory. A personal one. My son, Adrian, is going to marry Evelyn Bennett. That is the objective. That has always been the objective. Every
Third-person POVThe usual place was a private dining room on the fourth floor of the Ashworth Club, a members-only establishment in the old financial district where the annual dues cost more than most people's mortgages and the staff had been trained to forget every face that walked through the door.Gregory Hart arrived twelve minutes early because he was terrified, and terrified men tend to be punctual.The maître d' led him through the main dining room without making eye contact, past tables of silver-haired men in bespoke suits murmuring over brandy, up a private staircase, and into a room he'd been in exactly four times before.Each visit had been worse than the last. The first time, he'd been offered an opportunity. The second, he'd been given instructions. The third, he'd been reminded of what he stood to lose. The fourth, he'd been warned that the arrangement was permanent and that his understanding of this fact was not optional.The room was small, tastefully appointed, with
Vincent POVLandon Beck. A calm, efficient man in his late thirties who'd been running Hayes Acquisition's operations for the past year. Good at his job. Quiet. Never caused problems. The kind of employee you forgot existed until you needed something done, and then he did it flawlessly.The kind of employee who was perfectly positioned to gut your company from the inside if someone got to him."Has Beck been flagged on anything else?" I asked."I pulled his access logs like you asked. He's been logging into the financial systems after hours. Not frequently. Once or twice a week. Short sessions, usually under ten minutes. But the timestamps correspond with the periods when the affected shipments were in transit."I closed my eyes, then opened them."Cyril, I need you to do something, and I need you to do it without telling anyone. Not Beck, not the warehouse team, not anyone.""Of course.""Pull Beck's personal financials: Bank accounts, property records, anything you can access withou
Vincent POVThe word was "activate."If I pressed it, those eight men would move on the compound. They'd hit Rowan's assault team from the eastern flank, exploiting a blind spot in his positioning that I'd identified from the surveillance data Theo had been feeding me for weeks. They'd break the siege, scatter Rowan's operators, and give Gabriel the window he needed to either escape or counterattack.Gabriel would survive.And he would never know who'd saved him because the eight men in the warehouse didn't know my name. They knew a codename, a handler designation, and an operational protocol. They'd execute the order and extract without ever connecting the intervention to Vincent Hayes, the art dealer from Crescent Harbour with the nice smile.But Rowan would know.Rowan, whom I'd just asked Theo to connect me with six days ago in a dark club with whiskey on my breath and lipstick on my chest. Rowan, who was expecting me to be an ally. Rowan, who had been told, through channels he tr
Vincent POVI drove for forty minutes after leaving Evelyn's house. No destination. No route. Just motion. The car on autopilot, the streets blurring past, my hands on the wheel doing the one thing the rest of me couldn't manage, which was hold steady.I ended up at the coast. A gravel lot overlooking the harbour where the fishing boats came in early and the tourists never bothered because there was nothing to photograph. Just grey water, grey sky, the smell of salt and diesel, and a wooden bench with half the slats missing.I parked, killed the engine and sat.The morning-after pill. She'd said it the way you'd say you were picking up toothpaste. It had been casual, almost automatic, and then the horror dawning across her face as she realized what she'd just told me. As if the act itself wasn't the blow. As if the real damage was me knowing about it.She was right. The knowing was worse.I could have lived without the details. I could have built a wall around the general idea of Evel
Evelyn POVI slammed the office door harder than I meant to.The sound echoed through the hallway, and a few heads turned, but I didn’t care.I dropped my bag on the chair and sank into my seat, my chest rising and falling fast. My hands trembled as I placed them on the desk. I stared at the neat st
Evelyn POVI had just lain down on my bed when I heard the soft knock on my door.I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, hoping it would go away. But after a few seconds, the knock came again.I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. I was so tired. My body ached. My mind was exhausted. A
Evelyn POV"It's not nice meeting you again," I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest. My anger was finally breaking through the shock of seeing him. "You stole my money after I saved you. I literally risked my life for you, and you stole from me."“What are you doing here by the way? To steal m
Evelyn POVFinally, it was time for the auction. I sat in my assigned booth with Grace beside me, watching as the auctioneer took the stage.Wealthy people filled the room: collectors, Investors, people who had money to spend and wanted everyone to know it. The air felt heavy with anticipation.Vi







