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This meeting wasn't about discussion anymore. It was about confirmation. The CFO smiled faintly. "No evidence?" No response. He looked toward Marcus. "Mr. Rivera." Marcus looked up. "The email." Marcus hesitated before standing. He unlocked his tablet. His voice echoed through the room. > Subject: Urgent Response Required – Horizon Bay Smart District Proposal > Dear Mr. Rivera, > We appreciate your interest in partnering with Carter Holdings on the Horizon Bay Smart District Project. > Due to construction timelines and existing commitments, we respectfully request your official response within twenty-four hours of receiving this notice.

uk> To: James Cantrell Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Scholarships Stop calling me. Please. -------original message------- From: Me To: James Cantrell Subject: Re:Re:Re:Scholarships It’s not that I don’t appreciate your offer, James, but I’m just not interested in returning to academia anymore.

As soon as it finishes, I'm paralyzed by what I see: richard@hotmail.com NGO 11/03/2012 x@rlc.com Sweet 10/25/2012.

She read it. “Mrs. Harlow. We understand you have been in contact with a former board member regarding matters covered under confidentiality agreements. We strongly advise against further involvement, for the protection of all parties, including your husband’s company’s ongoing relationship with this firm. We would welcome a conversation before this becomes a more formal matter.” She looked at the signature again. “It’s signed by someone called R. Atkins,” Cloe said. “Senior counsel, Caldwell Holdings. But the email address underneath has different initials. D dot O dot, at caldwellholdings dot com.”

I should return this, but I'll end up asking where he got it from and that'll only boost his ego. If I keep it, I'll end up tossing it on because they feel is enthralling. Tit or tat. My laptop chimes at a text. I can see it's a new email, so I crawl to the other side of the bed, tap on it and the screen fills with its details. "Shit." I chuckled, sighting first the email address. damonwinters@rt.com RT means Rella Tech. What does he want? I navigate through its content, scanning the words and they almost seem unbelievable. One paragraph struck me the most.

He struck a match and lit his cigar, the aroma mingling with the morning air, a ritual that signaled the start of his solitary work hours. The first email of the day was from the compliance officer of the Wild West Indoor Football League (WWIF), a message that furrowed Jeremy’s brow as he read through the inquiries about the strange, complex contract he had orchestrated for Terrell Hillis. The league was probing, looking for a reason to oust Hillis from the Cannibals organization – a mistake Jeremy was keen to fix. He crafted his response meticulously, ensuring every word was positioned to defend his decision without revealing too much of his deal with Coach Lombardi.

My finger hovered over the send button on my email to the HC and the Twelve regarding intel that Rodgrick was bringing troops into this hemisphere and how that could possibly be considered an invasion and an act of aggression. I reread the message one more time. There was nothing to change, but hitting send would start a whole new shitstorm that Coralridge didn’t need right now. I saw a banner in the corner alerting me to a new email. Sender: Rodgrick Grendin. That was all I caught before the banner faded.

"Should I ask who will represent Horizon in our agreement?" Nerissa hesitated. Then she nodded. "Do it." Leo drafted the email that afternoon. Dear Mr. Cross, Thank you for reaching out. We are interested in discussing a potential partnership. Could you clarify who from Horizon would be directly involved in this collaboration? Best regards, Leo Whitmore Reef & Reclaim Two hours later, a reply arrived. The sender was Priya Sharma. They were still struggling with the budget spreedsheet on the office desk when the email they waited arrived.

Addison clicks on the email, one eyebrow raised. From: Devin Jenner Date: August 5, 2022, 9:49PM Subject: Fwd: Finance team opening Hey you, Some intel about the motherfucker. Figured you’d want to know. -DJ Sent from my iPhone From: Catherine Peters Date: August 5, 2022, 12:32PM

*Tuesday | 8:00am | Carter Holdings, 38th Floor* Ryan had been avoiding his email for two days, because every time he opened it there was either a legal update about the Blackwood lawsuit or another board memo asking why his name was still on the Carter org chart, and he was tired of answering questions he did not have good answers for. He finally opened it at 8am because Maya had put “URGENT - BOARD PACKET” in the subject line, and when he scrolled past the financials and the litigation summary there was an attachment labeled “Press Clippings - Week of Oct 12.”