ANMELDENThe next morning came quickly. Adrian was already in his office, the city just beginning to settle into its rhythm beyond the glass walls.“Thomas,” he said without looking up, “set a meeting with Aurelia Nexus. I want their representative here.”“Yes, sir.”By midday, Thomas returned.“I’ve made some inquiries,” he began. “Their Ashbourne office is operational, but only a satellite. Most core operations and executive decisions are handled abroad.”Adrian looked up slightly. “Where?”Thomas paused briefly. “Records point to a headquarters registered overseas, in Zurich. The structure is layered. Ownership isn’t directly traceable. Most executive decisions are routed through that base.”Adrian’s gaze sharpened. Not local. Not transparent. And definitely not careless.“Who’s representing them?” he asked.“Ronan Veloz,” Thomas said. “Director... and a listed partner.”“Partner?” Adrian repeated.“Yes, sir. He holds equity.”Adrian leaned back slightly. “Set a meeting.”“It’s already arra
The meeting ended without incident.Handshakes were brief. Chairs slid back. Documents were gathered. The investors left with polite smiles, as if nothing beneath the surface had shifted at all.Adrian remained seated. Still. Silent.The Aurelia Nexus file lay open in front of him, clean, structured, efficient. At first glance, it looked straightforward. But it wasn’t.It was precise. Too deliberate.Each section flowed smoothly. Risks were covered before they could arise. Projections were precise, no gaps, no extras, nothing unnecessary.Not a single detail was out of place.His gaze sharpened.There was a pattern in it. The same kind of discipline he had seen before. The same restraint. Not designed to impress.Just... right.Adrian leaned forward slightly, his fingers resting against the edge of the file.“This isn’t coincidence,” he said quietly.The words lingered in the empty room.Then, lower, more certain. “This was done by someone who understands how we work.”Not just the m
Adrian remained in his office, the file from Aurelia Nexus Holdings still resting on his desk. His attention had shifted back to work, but the unanswered question lingered in his mind.A clean contract.A strong offer.And a refusal that made no sense.He tapped the edge of the file once, as if expecting it to give him an answer. It didn’t.It was almost lunch.A knock sounded on the door.Adrian didn’t look up. “Come in.”The door opened, but no voice followed. Instead, the soft, measured click of heels echoed across the room.Adrian’s bro
Elara sat at her desk in her Ravensford home study. The laptop screen cast a soft glow across her face, her inbox open. In a smaller window, Ronan reviewed the reports left pending before her accident.“I’ve sent everything to your email,” he said. “All proposals and project reports that need your review and approval.”Elara scanned the numbers and charts as he spoke. Ronan moved through the files efficiently, highlighting key points.“The Wolfe Dominion Group submitted their latest renewable energy proposal,” he continued. “Technical specifications, projected outputs, budgets, timelines, everything marked where your input is needed.”Elara glanced at him. “Wolfe Dominion Group venture?”Ronan nodded. “Yes. I flagged the sections you usually focus on. It’s addressed to Aurelia Nexus Holdings. Your approval is required before we proceed.”Elara’s thought
Adrian sat in the back seat as the car pulled away from the hospital. The city moved around them, traffic muted behind the tinted windows.He looked composed. Calm. But his mind wasn’t.Something wasn’t right.It wasn’t just instinct. It was something deeper, something that refused to settle.His fingers rested lightly against his temple, unmoving, as if holding the thought in place.“Thomas.”Thomas glanced back from the passenger seat. “Yes, sir.”“I want everything checked.”A brief pause. “Everything, sir?”“Yes.” Adrian’s voice stayed calm. “Start with the body. I want proper confirmation. Not just paperwork.”Thomas straightened slightly. “Understood.”Adrian’s gaze shifted to the window, but his focus stayed sharp. “Go through the hospital records again. The identification process. Who handled the body. Every step.”A beat.“Chain of custody, admission logs, and time stamps. I want all of it.”“If there’s a gap,” Adrian continued, “I want it.”“Yes, sir.”Silence returned for a
The administrator hesitated under the weight of their silence.Two powerful men. One request.He swallowed. “If you wish to proceed, sirs... we can arrange a viewing before the release.”Neither Adrian nor Marcus spoke. But the decision had already been made.The morgue was colder than the rest of the hospital. The air was dry, still, heavy.Marta walked between them, each step slow and careful. Her hands trembled slightly. Every few moments, she glanced at Adrian, then at Marcus, her chest tightening with unease.At the end of the corridor, a staff member opened the door.Inside, metal drawers lined the walls, sterile, final, quiet.







