로그인CHAPTER 79The next morning Diego Osório looked like a man who had finally slept, which was somehow worse, because it meant the sleeplessness of the day before had been the easier version of him to hate. He sat in the same sterile office with the same untouched pitcher of water, and this time he had brought his own cup."I did not know whether you would come," he confessed, wrapping both hands around it as though the paper might stop his fingers from shaking. "After yesterday, after the agreement. I would have understood if you simply let the lawyers finish this.""My brother is not a clause in a contract, Mr. Osório," I answered, taking the chair opposite him. "If you have something to tell me about that night, I would like to hear it with my own ears.""Then I will tell it plainly, and you may stop me whenever you wish." He drew a slow breath, and I noticed that my lawyer had positioned her pen above the paper without writing a single word, which was her way of showing respect. "It
I walked into the farmhouse kitchen that evening to find the entire household arranged around the table like a jury, and from the way nobody quite met my eyes, I understood that Cam had already summarized my day in the least flattering terms available."Before anyone says anything," I announced, dropping my bag onto a chair, "I am fine, nobody threatened me, and no fruit was involved.""I was prepared to come through that wall," Cam informed me, wounded. "I had a speech ready. I had a plan for the stairwell.""You had a newspaper upside down.""That was a tactical decision."Tiago stood and crossed the room in three strides, studying my face for damage the way he always did, as though I might have left a limb somewhere between the car and the table. "Tell me everything," he urged quietly. "Do not soften it.""On a scale from one to Cam's pineapple, how afraid were you?" I teased, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders."I stopped counting around the second hour," he admitted. "I
CHAPTER 77Tiago agreed to my plan on the second morning, which in his particular language meant he had stopped arguing and started negotiating, and I decided to enjoy that small victory for at least ten uninterrupted minutes."Four conditions," he announced from the kitchen doorway, holding up his fingers like a man presenting terms to a hostile council. "Cam waits outside the building, your lawyer stays in the room, you leave the second anything feels wrong, and you call me the moment it is over.""That is four, and I accept all of them," I replied, pouring coffee with a steadiness I did not entirely feel. "I would like to add a fifth, which is that I get to wear shoes I can actually run in.""That one is my favorite," Cam called from the living room, where he was assembling what looked suspiciously like a very small, very serious emergency kit. "I also require a code word. If you say it, I come through the nearest wall.""Please do not damage the building before the meeting even st
CHAPTER 76For several long seconds nobody in the kitchen moved, and I became aware of small, absurd details, the tick of the cooling kettle, the pattern of a water ring on the table, the exact shade of gray that had settled across Camila's face. Then my mind began to work again, coldly and methodically, the way it always did when a situation crossed the line from frightening to dangerous."Tell me everything," I demanded, and my voice came out lower than I intended. "Every detail your sources gave you, in the order you received them.""I will, but I need you to sit down first," Cam replied, nudging a chair toward me with his foot."I would rather stand.""I would rather you sat, because I am about to describe your own face to you, and people frequently reconsider their posture during that kind of conversation."I sat. Camila's hand found mine beneath the table, and I held on harder than I meant to."There are at least a dozen photographs," Cam began, pulling a notepad from his jacket
CHAPTER 75Tiago and Isadora worked urgently through the night to understand exactly what Diego might actually know versus what he might be bluffing with, recognizing that a cornered, desperate man facing serious prison time had little left to lose by gambling on an exposure threat, regardless of whether prosecutors would even believe a claim this strange. I sat at the kitchen table watching them work, my earlier relief over his arrest curdling slowly into something considerably more complicated."He's a financial administrator," Isadora said, reviewing everything we knew about Diego's actual access over the years. "His proximity to pack affairs was always limited, mostly administrative. I find it difficult to believe he possesses anything approaching conclusive proof.""Difficult doesn't mean impossible," Tiago said. "And right now, difficult isn't nearly reassuring enough for my taste.""I agree," Isadora said. "I simply want us grounded in what we actually know, rather than catastr
CHAPTER 74News broke on a Thursday morning that Diego Osório had been formally arrested on financial corruption charges, the culmination of months of careful legal work finally bearing fruit independent of the pack council entirely. I read the alert on my phone three times before the words actually settled, a genuine, human-world victory landing in the middle of everything else still hanging over us like the first clear sky after weeks of unbroken storm."They actually did it," I said, staring at my screen, my voice barely above a whisper. "They actually arrested him."Tiago looked up from his own breakfast, immediately alert at the shift in my tone. "Arrested who?""Diego," I said, finally looking up to meet his eyes, something unfamiliar and bright breaking through the exhaustion I'd been carrying for weeks. "Diego Osório has been formally arrested. Financial corruption charges. It's real, Tiago. This is actually, finally real."He was out of his chair in an instant, pulling me int







