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ClintThe safe house stopped feeling safe the moment I realized I’d stayed too long. I know what you’re thinking, but I wasn’t paranoid. Paranoia was loud and frantic. What I was feeling was quieter than that. It was like a pressure behind the eyes. Places like this were never meant to hold you for more than a few weeks. Any longer, and the people around might start collecting your habits.And so I had to move. I packed light again, there were no personal items, or second thoughts. My choice was made for me the moment I decided to be on the run. And so I wiped down the surfaces I’d barely touched, erased the small traces of comfort I’d allowed myself and headed outside.The city outside looked unchanged when I stepped out. Traffic moved as ever. Some sirens echoed somewhere distant and I kept my head down. Life went on the way it always did, indifferent and relentless.I didn’t take my usual route this time. I moved through some back streets and service roads, letting instinct handle

SavannahI learned quickly that silence could be louder than lies. After Melordy tightened her grip, the air around me shifted as well. Not in a dramatic way, but in subtler movements. Our meetings lasted longer and her questions arrived dressed as concern. Every pause felt measured, like she was watching what I did when no one else was speaking.So I stopped reacting. Instead, I started choosing. I gave her truths that were harmless on their own. Facts that didn’t lead anywhere. Details she already knew, reshaped just enough to look like cooperation instead of surrender. It was a delicate balance, too much honesty and I’d expose Clint; too much resistance and I’d become a liability.I needed to stay useful. And so when we sat across from each other one afternoon in a quiet conference room overlooking the city. The windows were tall, the view expensive, the kind meant to distract you into forgetting where you were, but Melordy didn’t look at the skyline. Her attention stayed on me.“Y

ColleenThere was a certain stillness that came with late nights in my family’s offices. It was never the peaceful kind, it was more like the hush you hear right before something collapses. The building always felt heavier after midnight, as if the walls themselves remembered every deal that had been whispered around them. That was when I found it.I hadn’t been looking for anything dramatic. At least, that was what I told myself. I was just following threads and contracts that didn’t quite line up, partnership dissolutions that happened too cleanly, and companies that vanished overnight without litigation or noise. In our world, silence usually meant money had changed hands in a way no one wanted recorded.And so I sat alone in one of the conference rooms with my sleeves rolled up, my tie discarded on the table, and the glow of my laptop casting harsh shadows across old leather chairs. The files Marcus Hale had hinted at were buried deep, labeled in a way only someone inside the fami