The night lights of Spencer Group glowed faintly through the glass panels, reflecting the emptiness inside Alex’s office. The city below was asleep, but Alex couldn’t rest. He sat by his desk, papers scattered everywhere, his laptop open, his eyes fixed on a digital report that had become his nightly obsession.He rubbed his face with both hands, exhausted, but the thoughts wouldn’t stop coming. Martins’ face haunted him. Every memory of that night refused to leave his mind. He had been accused, humiliated, and nearly destroyed, and yet something in his gut kept telling him there was more, something carefully planned behind all of it.James stood by the doorway, watching him in silence for a moment. He’d seen Alex like this before; broken but too stubborn to admit it. “You’ve been at this for hours,” James said finally, walking in. “You need rest, man.”Alex didn’t look up. “Rest?” he muttered. “Rest doesn’t prove innocence.”James sighed, moving closer. “You’ve gone days without sl
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