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98. Someone Had Access

Autor: Marlize Beneke
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-14 16:39:09

Damien's POV

By the following afternoon, Damien had turned one of the smaller conference rooms at Laurent Group into an unofficial investigation room.

The blinds were half closed against the afternoon glare, leaving the long table beneath the ceiling lights in a pool of cool white. Files covered almost every available space. Security reports sat beside maintenance records, printed copies of employee access logs were spread across several folders, and the original schedule for the gala had been
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    Damien's POV By the following afternoon, Damien had turned one of the smaller conference rooms at Laurent Group into an unofficial investigation room.The blinds were half closed against the afternoon glare, leaving the long table beneath the ceiling lights in a pool of cool white. Files covered almost every available space. Security reports sat beside maintenance records, printed copies of employee access logs were spread across several folders, and the original schedule for the gala had been placed beside a revised version so the investigators could compare every change made in the days leading up to the event.I sat at the head of the table with Detective Reynolds and two members of my security team. I had spent most of the morning going through records myself, but the deeper we went, the clearer it became that this wasn't something I could solve by staring at paperwork until a name suddenly became obvious.Reynolds opened one of the folders and slid it toward me.“This is the acc

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