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Chapter 23: The Dam Breaks

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-26 14:34:24

POV: Lena Moretti

It started over something small. A file I'd moved from his desk to mine without telling him. He came into the living room where I was working and asked where the Hadley and Cross incorporation records had gone. I told him I'd taken them to cross-reference against the shell company timeline. He said I should have asked. I said I didn't realize I needed permission to do the job he'd brought me in to do.

It should have ended there. A minor disagreement about workflow. Two peopl
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