Adrian POV By morning, the shift has spread. Not widely. Not loudly. But far enough that it can’t be contained to a single report or dismissed as routine fluctuation. The inquiry Lydia triggered has begun to do exactly what it was designed to do—tighten, narrow, and hold pressure in one place until something gives. I stand in the war room, watching the updates move across the screen in steady intervals. There is no panic yet, but there is attention, and attention is where instability begins. “Run the secondary feeds again,” I say. Damien doesn’t question it. He pulls up the analyst channels, the internal commentary, the quiet places where interpretation forms before it reaches the public. The language is cautious, but the pattern is clear. They’re circling it. Not attacking. Not defending. Watching. “Regulatory follow-up?” I ask. “Escalated,” Damien replies. “They’ve requested additional documentation from Arclight’s offshore segment. Limited scope, but persistent.” “Good,
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