The Storm Behind the NumbersThe next morning, the corporate headquarters felt different.Not chaotic—May would never allow chaos—but tense. The kind of tension that crept quietly through hallways and lingered in the air like a coming storm.May arrived early, coffee in hand, her mind already dissecting the financial discrepancy discovered the day before. Numbers had always spoken clearly to her, but this time something felt… deliberate.Not a mistake.A move.When she stepped into the executive conference room, Damien was already there, jacket off, sleeves rolled up. Several digital reports glowed across the large screen.“You didn’t sleep much,” he observed.“Neither did you,” May replied, setting her tablet on the table.He smiled faintly. “Fair point.”She stepped closer to the display, scanning the highlighted data trails.“Look here,” she said.Damien leaned in.“There’s a pattern.”“Exactly,” he murmured.The irregular transfers weren’t random. They were carefully spaced across
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