تسجيل الدخولDamian's POVI used my key to let myself into her apartment, something I rarely did without announcing myself first, though tonight's circumstances warranted abandoning whatever courtesy I previously extended to her.The smell hit me immediately upon entering, smoke faint but unmistakable, drifting from somewhere further inside."Sophia?" I called out, moving quickly through the apartment.I found her in the living room, kneeling before the fireplace, papers scattered around her, several already reduced to blackened ash within the flames while she fed additional documents into the fire with frantic, trembling hands."Sophia, what are you doing?"She startled violently, spinning toward me, her expression carrying immediate panic before shifting rapidly into something more guarded."Damian." She said, standing quickly, positioning herself slightly between me and the fireplace. "I wasn't expecting you tonight.""Clearly." I said, my eyes moving past her toward the burning documents, seve
Damian's POVI left the construction site immediately, calling Harold Whitmore's office before I even reached my car, insisting on an emergency meeting despite the late hour."Mr. Blackwood, I can arrange something for tomorrow morning if that works better…""Tonight." I said, cutting him off. "This can't wait."He agreed reluctantly, and I arrived at his office forty minutes later, finding him waiting nervously behind his desk, clearly having anticipated something serious given the urgency of my call."Damian." He said, standing as I entered. "What's this regarding?"I didn't waste time with pleasantries. "A shell account, established under your management three months ago. Connected to Sophia Laurent."His expression shifted immediately, careful composure replaced by something more anxious."I'm not entirely certain what you're referring to." He said, his voice lacked conviction."Don't." I said sharply. "I have documentation, Harold. Financial records tracing a payment used to sabo
Damian's POV"You're certain about that?" Amelia asked, her voice carrying focus rather than accusation."I only saw him for a moment." I said. "He was leaving as I was arriving one evening, months ago. I didn't think much of it at the time, assuming he was some contact of Sophia's from her modeling or business circles."Grace was already pulling up additional information, cross-referencing the enhanced facial image against whatever databases her forensic team maintained access to."I want proper identification." I said. "Not speculation, actual confirmation.""Working on it now." Grace confirmed.Within twenty minutes, her team had matched the image against a name, a man called Marcus Reyes, previously connected to several construction supply companies throughout the city, though his employment history showed gaps and questionable references."He's not affiliated with any legitimate contractor currently working on this site." Grace said. "Which raises the question of how he gained su
Amelia's POVGrace led us toward a makeshift command tent the site team had assembled near the entrance, several monitors already set up displaying security footage from the surrounding cameras. Damian followed, keeping a careful, professional distance as we walked, I noticed him glancing occasionally toward the damaged tower with concern rather than mere obligation."We've pulled footage from every camera covering the north tower's access points." Grace said, gesturing toward the monitors. "Two nights prior to the accident, someone entered the restricted zone after hours.""Show me." I said.She pulled up the relevant clip, grainy but workable, showing a figure approaching the site's security checkpoint around eleven that evening. The person wore a jacket with a company logo clearly visible, though the resolution made specific facial features difficult to discern immediately."That's the Blackwood Group logo." Damian said, stepping closer to the monitor, his face tightening as he stu
Damian's POVI heard about the accident before I heard about the rumors, Marcus rushing into my office that evening with his phone already displaying breaking news coverage."Sir, there's been an incident at the harbor district site." He said. "Hart Global's joint venture with Kingsley Capital. Several workers were hospitalized.""How serious?" I asked, already standing from my desk."Non-life-threatening injuries, according to initial reports." He said. "But sir, that's not the concerning part.""What is?"He hesitated slightly before continuing. "Early reports suggest deliberate tampering caused the structural failure. And there's speculation online already connecting it back to Blackwood Group."I felt something cold settle in my chest. "Connecting how?""Someone matching our company's description was allegedly spotted at the site prior to the accident." He said. "It's spreading rapidly, sir. Financial journalists are already calling for comments."I grabbed my jacket immediately.
Amelia's POVThe harbor district site looked different from my previous visits, emergency vehicles crowding the perimeter, their lights cutting through the late afternoon haze, workers gathered in stunned clusters near the entrance while paramedics moved between several stretchers positioned near the north tower's base.Adrian was already there when I arrived, deep in conversation with the site foreman, his expression tight with concern as he gestured toward the damaged section three floors up."Amelia." He said, crossing toward me quickly. "Three workers hospitalized, none life-threatening, thank God. But this is bad.""Show me." I said.He guided me toward the foreman, a heavyset man named Torres who looked shaken despite his obvious years of construction experience."Miss Hart." He said. "I don't understand how this happened. That support beam passed inspection two weeks ago, along with everything connected to it.""Walk me through exactly what occurred." I said."The crew was fini







