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Chapter 40: What It Costs To Be Right

Author: Penella
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-10 10:10:23
The moment I walked into the office, the air felt wrong. Not cold, exactly, but heavy. My heels clicked against the polished floors with the confidence I didn’t feel, and by the time I reached my desk, Leah was already hovering.

“Hey, uh… You might want to check your inbox,” she said gently, her eyes flickering toward the hallway that led to Zane’s office.

My stomach dropped.

I slid into my seat, opened my laptop, and clicked on the new messages. The subject lines were a blur, until one caught my eye and held it like a vise.

RE: URGENT – Guest List Breach

I opened it.

A vendor had replied to an email I didn’t even remember sending. Attached was the high-profile guest list: politicians, celebrities, tech billionaires, all set to attend the wedding of the decade. The list that was supposed to be confidential, buried behind multiple encrypted firewalls and reserved only for top-tier planners.

But there it was. Sent from my email. Attached in full.

No. No, no, no.

I clicked into m
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