Semua Bab Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy: Bab 141 - Bab 150

It started with a missing folder. Not mine, Richard's. One of the red-sticker binders that held his weekly press strategy schedule. I hadn’t touched it, but he asked if I’d seen it, and when I said no, he didn’t press. Just nodded and moved on like he already had a theory, or worse, like he already

Adam had always been a little over-eager, but lately, his energy felt different. He used to chase praise, eager to be noticed and included, always the first to performatively volunteer for late nights or double shifts. Now, he hovered like he was waiting to pounce. His eyes tracked every conversatio

RichardAdam was sloppy. That was what finally did him in. Not the suspicious timing of David’s press pivots or the briefing inconsistencies Amelia had flagged weeks ago. It was the dumb arrogance of thinking no one was watching, that he could poke around the internal draft files for talking points

AmeliaJenny didn’t show up to HQ that morning. At first, no one said anything. It wasn’t unusual for her to work remotely when she was sulking or nursing a headache, especially if the calendar was light. But by noon, it was obvious something was wrong. Her name was absent from the group thread. Her

AmeliaI could tell something was wrong the moment I walked into Richard’s office. Nathan was already there, arms crossed, jaw tight. He handed Richard a piece of paper like it was a weapon, not a document.Richard scanned it silently, his expression hardening with every line. “It’s her,” he said fi