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The analyst navigated through the scanned documents. "There should be a construction approval attached..." His fingers flew across the keyboard. A few seconds later, another file opened. Then he frowned. "It's gone." "What do you mean, gone?" "The blueprint references an amendment." He pointed to the bottom margin. "See? Renovation Order 46-B." "There should be a corresponding authorization." He searched again. Nothing. "It doesn't exist." Ethan folded his arms. "So someone removed the paperwork." Julian shook his head. "No."

I picked it up carefully and untied the ribbon before unrolling the paper to see what was written on it. It was a blueprint showing detailed architectural plans for a large building complex. I studied the drawings and recognized some of the features from buildings I had seen before but I couldn't immediately place where this was supposed to be located. "What is this?" I asked Tobin while holding up the blueprint for him to see. Tobin took the document from my hands and looked at it closely. His jaw tightened and I saw anger flash in his eyes for just a moment before his expression went cold again. "This is the blueprint for my largest company headquarters. The building that houses all my leg

As he turned the page, it was a sketched out blueprint of first floor, "What is this?" "I don't know." She said as she helped turn the next page, "That's the blueprint of the second floor. Look here." She pointed to a highlighted area on both floor plans, "This is sketched in blue while the rest is in black. Tear out the pages." She told him. He carefully tore out the blueprints and handed them over to her, "See this?" She held the sketches up side by side, "The highlighted areas overlap." She slide the second sketch beneath the first, just managing to get a glimpse between the aged pieces of paper of the areas.

“Please, join me.” The boys each took a seat behind a desk in the comfortable office chairs and then looked up at her. “What was so urgent that you had to pull me away from my work at home?” Brian asked her when everyone was comfortable. “I came across some documents that I thought you might find interesting. Not only did I find blueprints of the existing plans; but blueprints of future projects still in planning process. I would like you three to take care of those plans, see to it that it becomes reality.” She replied and pointed to rolled up pieces of parchment on her table.

I glanced at it casually, about to ask what it was, but my fingers froze the second I zoomed in on the blueprints. It was a design proposal for a commercial complex. From the exterior styling to the structural layout, and even some of the specific detailing techniques, it was strikingly similar to a project I had done previously for an overseas client. Most of the structure was virtually identical. They had only slightly altered a few insignificant layouts, swapped the color palette, and added a few unnecessary decorative lines. Anyone could tell at a glance: this was blatant plagiarism. I took a deep breath and shifted my gaze to the company name at the top of the page.

In simple words he has already banished half of my grief. As he promised after we had breakfast, he had something to show me. He handed me a sheet of paper. I looked carefully at the front page it was written agreement written in bold. When I flipped to the next page it was clear dad's name was on the paper. It was a written agreement made between my father and James Bianchi. James Bianchi? I frowned and turned my gaze to Mr. Walker. "James Bianchi?" I asked him. I think I've heard that name before. He is one of the board members of EL ALFA.

Inside, there was only a crumpled, discarded photocopy of the Briarwood University admission letter. As he passed the kitchen, his eye caught the trash can in the corner. The blind box he had bought came without its packaging. It sat forgotten among oil-stained scraps of paper. Kaycee didn’t even bother to open it. Ben stared intensely at the blind box. She had seriously given up on them for good.

She opened it and walked in. It was empty and a little bit rough, she noticed that a table was cleared but had long papers on it. They looked like blueprints. She got curious and walked to it. She stood in front of it and stared down at the papers. They were blueprints for a building. There were also pictures of different men and a particular vault. Aurora got curious and started to go through them. On the blueprints were marks, marks like someone had a plan. Without being told what it was all for, Aurora understood it all and she knew whatever they wanted to do, their plan was a terrible one and things could get bad.

--- Rael is at the table with something new. Not his usual contracts — rolled blueprints, spread across half the surface, held at the corners with coffee cups and a book. He is bent over them with the focused quality of a man who has been at this long enough to lose track of Petra's arrival, which is notable because Rael tracks everything. I sit down. He looks up. "Good morning," he says. "What is that?" I say. He turns one of the blueprints toward me.

The room was hushed, eyes glued on the paper, as it opened into intricate details and precise measurements. Gradually, the admiration for the blueprint poured in from Adrian's colleagues. "It looks really professional," said one of them, with a ringing endorsement. "I mean, just see how it is done so perfectly, even labeled as organized... It is really impressive." Another co-worker nodded with an intense, critical scan of the site, "I've seen blueprints over the years, but this is hands down the best. Whoever put this one together must have had some serious thought into it."