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Chapter Seventeen

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The Leak

Damian's POV

I had always believed that betrayal from an enemy was something you could prepare for.

It was betrayal from inside your own walls that destroyed things that couldn't be rebuilt.

I sat in the security review room on the fortieth floor of Cole Tower with Carter and two members of our internal tech team, watching a screen that showed six weeks of server access logs laid out in painful, precise detail. Every download. Every timestamp. Every file opened, copied, and quietly sen
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