A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

CHAPTER ONE: THE MISFIREMaya Russo was having the kind of day that belonged in a sitcom—the kind where the protagonist's life falls spectacularly apart in twenty-two minutes, only to be neatly resolved after a commercial break. But Maya's life wasn't a sitcom, commercial breaks didn't exist, and at this point, she'd gladly trade places with any fictional character who had writers ensuring their happy ending."Fired? You can't be serious." Maya stared at her soon-to-be ex-boss, Gretchen, who was examining her freshly manicured nails with more interest than she was showing in destroying Maya's career."It's not personal," Gretchen said, in a tone that suggested it was entirely personal. "We're downsizing the accounting department, and frankly, your... creative approach to the Richardson account was the final straw.""Creative approach?" Maya sputtered. "I caught them laundering money! That's not creative—that's my job!"Gretchen's smile tightened. "The Richardsons have been clients of

CHAPTER THREE: THE EDUCATIONMaya's first week working for the Ricci family was nothing like she'd expected. There were no cement shoes, no horse heads in beds, and definitely fewer guns than "The Godfather" had led her to believe. Instead, the Ricci operation ran with the precision of a Fortune 500 company if Fortune 500 companies occasionally received visits from nervous restaurant owners carrying envelopes of cash.She'd been given an office adjacent to Luca's sleek, modern, with state of the art technology and a view that made her previous cubicle feel like a prison cell. Franco, the friendly-faced young man she'd met on her first day, turned out to be Luca and Sophia's cousin and her appointed guide to all things Ricci."The trick," Franco explained as he showed her around on her third day, "is to not ask too many questions about certain parts of the business." He grinned, dimples appearing on his cheeks. "Especially the basement level.""What's in the basement?" Maya couldn't he

CHAPTER FIVE: THE CONSEQUENCES Maya stared at the ceiling of her apartment, counting the hairline cracks that spread like a map of roads to nowhere. Sleep had evaded her for the third night in a row. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Luca's face that perfect blend of concern and disappointment when she'd told him about her meeting with Blackwood Industries. She rolled over, punching her pillow into submission. The digital clock on her nightstand glowed an accusatory 3:17 AM. In less than five hours, she'd need to face him again at the office. "This is ridiculous," she muttered, throwing off her covers. The wooden floor was cold against her bare feet as she padded to the kitchen. Under the harsh light of the refrigerator, Maya poured herself a glass of water and leaned against the counter. The Blackwood proposal sat on her dining table, the edges of the folder curling slightly from how many times she'd opened and closed it. Twenty thousand dollars. Enough to clear her mother'

CHAPTER SEVEN: BATTLE LINES"Defamation and tortious interference." Marcus Wellington's voice filled Luca's office the next morning as he paced in front of the windows. The veteran attorney's usually impeccable appearance was slightly rumpled, suggesting he'd been working since receiving their call the previous night. "It's aggressive, even for Blackwood."Maya sat beside Luca on the office couch, their shoulders nearly touching as they reviewed the lawsuit documents that had been delivered by courier at precisely 9:00 AM. The manila envelope had felt unnaturally heavy in her hands, weighted with the gravity of Blackwood's accusations."They're asking for two million in damages," Luca said, his voice calm despite the astronomical figure. "For a contract that never existed.""It's a scare tactic," Marcus replied, stopping his pacing to face them. "Blackwood doesn't expect to win this amount. He's trying to force you to settle—and more importantly,

Chapter 9: The ResolutionThe conference room buzzed with tense energy as Maya spread documents across the table. Christine Morris sat opposite her, meticulously organizing her own files—five years of environmental data, internal memos, and correspondence that painted a damning picture of Blackwood Industries' systematic violations."These water quality reports from the secondary discharge site," Maya said, holding up a thick folder. "You certified all of these personally?"Christine nodded firmly. "Every one. And I can testify to the alterations that were made before they were submitted to regulators."Daniel Reeves leaned forward from his seat beside Christine. "The numbers match what I found, but Christine's documentation has proper chain of custody. It's bulletproof."Marcus Hoffman, who had been silently reviewing legal briefs at the head of the table, finally looked up. "Nothing is bulletproof when you're dealing with Blackwood's legal team. But this—" he gestured at Christine's