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"Increase the extraction velocity, Dr. Kaufmann," Vivienne said, her voice tight as she gripped the sides of the automated medical chair."The cellular purification fluid is already running at maximum safe parameters, Madam Vivienne," Dr. Kaufmann replied, his eyes fixed on the digital vital monitors. "The synthetic hormone wash is actively drawing out the chemical suppressants your previous physicians introduced into your bone marrow. The physical sensation is going to feel like your very veins are on fire.""I do not care about the fire," Vivienne gasped, her jaw clenching so hard her teeth clicked together. "Keep the machines running. Purge every single milligram of their poison from my system."Damian Thorne stood by the glass observation partition, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as he watched the monitor lines jump. "Your heart rate is spiking past one hundred and forty, V. If you break under the physical strain right now, the entire stabilization treatment resets.""

Julian! Get in here right now! She won't stop screaming! Cynthia's frantic voice echoed down the grand marble hallway of the Vance mansion.Julian slammed his laptop shut in the study and ran into Maya's bedroom. The room was chaotic, with expensive designer clothes scattered across the floor and half packed black trash bags slumped against the wall. In the center of the plush bed, six year old Maya was curled into a tight ball, clutching her stomach and sobbing violently, her face completely pale and slick with sweat.What is wrong with her? Julian demanded, rushing to the side of the bed and grabbing Maya's freezing hand. Why are you shaking like this, Cynthia? What did you feed her?I didn't feed her anything unusual! Cynthia yelled, her hands trembling as she adjusted her diamond necklace. She didn't want the plain organic broth the chef made. She was crying for the leftover chocolate soufflé from the gala, so I let her have it! How was I supposed to know she would start vomiting

Keep your eyes on the curb, Mick. Is that the black sedan?Yeah. Registration matches the exact plates Cynthia Vane tracked from the coastal highway. It just pulled up right outside the old municipal clinic.Are you certain the woman is inside?Who else would be visiting this dump of a charity ward at two in the morning? Cynthia said her sister is completely broke, desperately looking for her old medical records or hidden prescriptions. She is cornered.Inside the idling, rusted unmarked sedan parked across the street, three low level street thugs checked their weapons. Mick gripped the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the sleek, tint shielded vehicle across the asphalt. Beside him, Sly slid a heavy brass knuckle over his fingers, while a third man, Jax, checked the magazine of a snub nosed pistol in the backseat.Cynthia said fifty thousand cash the moment we drag Vivienne Vane out of that car and drop her at the warehouse downtown, Jax muttered, racking the slide with a metallic c

We are down thirty four percent since the opening bell, Cynthia, Julian Vance roared, his voice bouncing violently off the dark oak panels of his private study. Thirty four percent! Every major institutional investor is pulling their buy orders out of the market!Cynthia Vane slammed her designer leather handbag onto the corner of the desk, her face twisted in a mixture of panic and pure fury. Do you think I do not know that? The board of directors has been calling my personal cell phone every two minutes! They want to know why our offshore liquidity is completely locked under a federal tax investigation!It is not a real investigation, Julian spat, pacing frantically across the Persian rug, his shirt collar completely unbuttoned. It is an automated compliance variance. Someone injected a micro algorithm straight into the clearinghouse network right before my meeting with the state regulators. It was a calculated strike to cut off my operational capital.It was Vivienne, Cynthia said,

Pull up the medical database archives right now, Julian Vance snarled, slamming his left hand heavily onto the marble counter of the hospital's executive administration desk. His right hand was completely encased in a thick, white surgical plaster cast, pinned tightly against his chest. I do not care about your standard request protocols. I need the 2024 bone marrow transplant files for Maya Vance immediately.The intake clerk blinked, her eyes darting from Julian's bloodshot eyes to the ruined, plastered hand. Sir, as I just explained, the deep archives are restricted to primary attending physicians. If you are the father, you still need to file a formal disclosure release form with legal.I am the chief executive officer of Vance Global! Julian shouted, leaning over the counter until his breath fogged the glass partition. My daughter is currently burning up with an acute internal inflammatory crisis in the pediatric ward downstairs! The medical team needs her original transplant rec