POV: Declan"You're making a mistake with the timeline, Declan," Sloane said, her voice dropping into that flat, counting register she used when checking a balance sheet.Declan didn't release her arm. His fingers remained clamped around her sleeve, his thumb pressing into the wool just above her bare wrist. "The log doesn't lie, Sloane. The signature on the Vance logistics server matches the one on your charity revision down to the pixel.""Bridget has my digital key," she said, her chest moving in short, controlled breaths. "She took the token from my desk the night of the investor dinner.""The token requires a biometric backup," Declan said, his tone flattening as he stepped closer, crowding her against the concrete pillar of the service garage. "A thumbprint, Sloane. Your thumbprint.""I was asleep," she whispered, her gaze locked onto his cold, unblinking eyes. "The medication the house physician gave me for the migraine... I didn't wake up until six in the morning. Bridget was
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