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Inside the busy newsroom of BNC Global, phones were ringing, keyboards clicking, and voices bouncing across the room. The smell of fresh coffee filled the air, helping everyone stay awake as they rushed to meet their deadlines.Christina Vale sat at her desk, staring at the computer screen but not really seeing it. Her heart pounded beneath her blazer. In her hand, she gripped a small flash drive tightly, like it was something dangerous because to her, it was. That tiny device could change everything.Across from her, Ariana her best friend and fellow junior reporter glanced up from her monitor and frowned.“You okay?” Ariana asked, pushing her glasses up her nose as she leaned forward. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”Christina swallowed hard and leaned in, lowering her voice. “Worse,” she whispered. “I found something. Something big.”Ariana raised an eyebrow. “How big?”Christina slowly opened her fist and showed her the flash drive. “This has video footage from Adrianna’s memo

Incoming Call: Editor-in-ChiefChristine Vale BNC NewsDaniel’s jaw tightened the moment the name showed up on the cracked phone screen. The ringtone buzzed loudly against the kitchen counter like a warning.He grabbed the phone before Katherina’s shaking hand could reach it.“She’s dead,” he muttered quietly to himself. “And her phone just keeps ringing.”Katherina’s voice was weak, almost a whisper. “Daniel… what do we do now?”He let it ring two more times, thinking fast, then finally answered. His voice switched to calm and confident, the kind he used to handle tough meetings.“Hello?”There was a sharp breath, then a quick, sharp female voice came through.“Where’s Christine? She’s late. She never misses her check ins. Where is she?”Daniel glanced at Leon, who was closing the duffel bag quietly in the corner.“Who am I speaking to?” Daniel asked, his voice polite but cold.“Jean-Paul. Editor-in-Chief at BNC News. And you are…?”Without missing a beat, Daniel lied smoothly, “I’m

Damien had just stepped out of a late meeting when his phone buzzed. Seeing Katherina’s name flash across the screen, he answered immediately.“Kat? What’s wrong?”Her voice was thin, trembling. “Damien… the baby… there’s bleeding. I’m at St. Vincent’s. Please come.”The words hit him like a punch to the ribs. He didn’t even hang up before he was already moving, taking the stairs two at a time, shoving the phone into his pocket. Minutes later, he was in his car, driving fast through traffic, the city lights flashing by in his side view. He cut corners, ignored honking horns, and parked quickly into the hospital parking lot hard enough to make the tires squeal.Inside, the sterile brightness of the ER seemed to hum in his ears. A nurse spotted him, raised her hands, and pointed toward a hallway. “Mr. Blackwood? This way.”He followed her quickly, his heart was pounding, until he reached a private room. Katherina was sitting up against white pillows, pale but composed, her hands resting

Amelia sat across from the Indian investor, her posture relaxed but her mind sharp. On the table, charts and financial projections were neatly arranged, each one designed to lead him exactly where she wanted.“With the right strategy,” she said smoothly, tapping one of the papers, “your investment won’t just grow it will multiply. Triple. Maybe even quadruple in less than two years.” She spoke quietly but confidently, the kind of tone that made people want to believe her.The investor, Mr. Rakesh, nodded thoughtfully. “We could also adjust the export channels to cut costs. That would raise the profit margins.”Amelia’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Exactly. That’s why I wanted you on board. You see the bigger picture.” She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. “Others would take years to spot what you just did.”A flicker of pride crossed his face. “Alright, Amelia. You have my trust. I’ll invest thirty million dollars.”“Excellent,” she said warmly, st

Miguel strode in, tall and composed, carrying an enormous bundle of colorful balloons in one hand and a pile of stuffed animals in the other. His presence seemed to fill the room instantly.“Uncle Miguel!” Leo’s face lit up, his voice suddenly loud and excited. “Yaaay! Is that for me?”Miguel grinned and crossed the room, the balloons bobbing above him. “All for you, champ,” he said, setting the gifts on the bed. “Because even superheroes need their sidekicks to recover fast.”Leo giggled, reaching out to hug the biggest teddy bear in the pile.“Leo, don’t strain your voice!” Amelia called out gently from the side of the bed.Before Leo could pout, Miguel stepped in smoothly, grinning. “Yes, big champ it’s all for you.” He set the balloons and stuffed toys down in a colorful heap.Leo’s eyes widened. “That’s plenty of stuffed toys! Give me the elephant one… and one balloon.”Miguel handed over the soft, gray elephant and untangled a shiny red balloon from the bunch. “Here you go. And