CH 72Julian’s SuspicionPOV: JulianJulian sank into his high-backed leather chair, the late afternoon sun slanting through the tall windows of his private office at Hartwell Enterprises. The building hummed faintly around him—the distant chatter of staff, the occasional ring of a phone, the whir of printers—but in his corner, there was a rare silence. He had deliberately waited until the end of the day to examine the digital records again.After the minor internal fraud had been exposed and Elena’s decisive handling of it, he had assumed the worst of the attacks were behind them. But instinct, honed over years of managing sensitive company information, told him otherwise. Something wasn’t right. Something still lingered beneath the surface.He leaned over the sleek mahogany desk, the glow of the tablet illuminating his concentrated face. With deliberate care, he opened the internal communications logs, cross-referencing board member activity with file access reports. At first glance
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