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Daniel Chen’s question was still on my desk when I arrived the following morning.Who else has received the original version of Clause 14?I had read the email enough times to remember every word, but I still couldn’t tell what had prompted the question. Daniel’s advisers might have noticed something in the documents I sent. They might have information I didn’t have. Or they might simply be doing the work they were supposed to do.I couldn’t afford to treat a question as proof of anything.I added it to the list I had prepared for our lawyer, then turned to the reports waiting for me. There were funding updates to review, two meetings to prepare for, and an email from Larkfield that I still hadn’t answered fully.By eleven, I had managed to get through half the list.Then Miriam appeared at my door.“Someone’s here to see you.”“Do they have an appointment?”“No. She said she’s brought her daughter here for almost three months.”I put down my pen. “What’s her name?”“Mrs. Thomas.”I k

The hospital’s records team sent the first update just after two; I opened it with Adrian standing beside my desk.They had completed an initial review of the information request and were preparing a full record of the correspondence. They confirmed again that identifiable patient records had not been released.The second paragraph caught my attention: the request had been handled under a research-related reference number, but the records team had found a link to another item in the hospital’s system. They were checking whether it belonged to the same matter.I read the paragraph aloud while Adrian leaned closer to the screen.“What other item?” he asked “They haven’t said yet,” I replied to him“Can we call them?” he asked further“I’ll ask,” I told himI replied immediately, requesting the reference number, the date the item was created, and confirmation of whether it contained any additional requests or replies.The response came twenty minutes later: the records team had located

I returned to the files I'd been investigating for weeks after speaking to Diana.The first families I'd looked into had all been affected by business decisions made years earlier. Some had lost their companies. Others had spent years trying to recover from losses they never fully understood. Diana's father had been one of them.I'd started looking into these cases because I needed to understand what my family had been involved in. I hadn't expected the investigation to make me feel any better.Since then, the records had led me to other companies, other partnerships, and names that kept turning up where they shouldn't have.Now I needed to find out whether those connections meant anything.At 8:20, I called my investigator.“Have you found the original agreements for those companies we discussed?”“I found two of them; the third is proving difficult. Some of the records were filed under different project references.”“Keep looking; I want to know what each company shared, who received

Adrian arrived at five and found me at the meeting-room table, surrounded by printed messages from parents.The tea Miriam had brought earlier sat untouched beside them. I pushed it aside to make room for another page.“Have you found anything?” I asked.He pulled out a chair and looked through the screenshots.“Whoever started this wanted people to pass it on,” he said. “The messages are written to make parents afraid enough to share them without checking if they're true.”“That much is obvious. I need to know who started them.”He turned to the next page.“We need to work backwards, find out who received each message first, then who sent it to them,” Adrian said“And if they don't remember?” I asked“Then we look for someone who does,” he repliedI watched him study the pages. He moved through them quickly, stopping at certain messages and comparing their wording with the others.“Start with the smaller group,” he said. “The message appeared there before it reached the larger one.”

The hospital's package reached my lawyer at nine the next morning, and she called me four minutes later.The five o'clock deadline had passed. The Family Trust had already rejected our application, but I still didn't know whether the person who had threatened me had sent the trustees more information.“It’s eleven pages,” my lawyer said. “Come over. I want us to go through them together.”When I arrived, she had taken the small meeting room on the second floor. A stack of papers sat on the table beside a stapler, coloured tabs, and a sheet with columns marked item, received, from, and handled by.I reached for the papers, but she placed her hand on top of them.“Let's check the dates first, then who received them, and then what they say,” she said.“I want to know who sent them,” I replied.“I know, but we need to start with what we can prove.”She turned the first page towards me. It was the request the hospital had held. The sender was listed as Research Coordination Team, and the em