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THE RED FINANCE Frowning at the title, she looked at the other files. None were named as such. Taking a deep breath, she opens it and was instantly bombed with new information. It wasn’t like the others she went through since morning. It wasn’t printed but handwritten. It lacked graphs and spreadsheets. It didn’t carry any annual report or contract details. Like many others, it was a black and white copy of the original ones. Lauren was 100% sure it was Stefan’s penmanship. The ‘F’ of the finance was reverse. Only he wrote F that way. She licked her lips as she squinted her eyes to read and her face contorted to disbelief.

he points his chin to the chair cushion in front of us "Let's put our brains together Times and figure out our wins and your gains" Finn Lores smirks; I scramble on the couch that seemed to offer nothing in the ways of self -protection "You're planning something Lores?" I finally say as my stomach does flip flops within every passing breath I take Finn slides the file containing Killian Lores documents My palms have begun to perspire at the sight of the thick cover; Finn opens it and begin reading it like an interesting piece of work; it only takes about two minutes as he stares deadpan at me

Livia—Chiara—vanishing without goodbye, leaving residue instead of a farewell. My hands shake harder. They used to be precise, dependable—the one part of me that never lied. Now they feel detached, unreliable, as if they belong to someone I don’t recognize. I plug the flash drive into my laptop. The screen wakes, and a folder opens automatically. No label. No title. Just a string of numbers that looks like it was generated by someone who hates names. Inside: reports, intake forms, redacted pages. I click the first document.

As she pulled out the documents, a white flash drive fell out alongside them. Olivia powered up the square screen, placed the documents aside, and chose to inspect the contents of the flash drive first. The drive was divided into several folders. The first folder was labeled "Ignazio-22," the second was titled "Ignazio and Gretta," and the third was named "After Gretta." Her mouse moved and clicked on the "Ignazio-22" folder.

I scoff, “I happen to like dressing like I’m not a daughter of a CEO, thank you very much.” “Whatever you say,” Anthony crosses his arms, “We need to lay down some ground rules. And by we, I mean me. This is my home, I am allowing you to live here. Here, read this” He hands me a crumpled up paper, seeming to be handwritten in a rush. “Wow,” I scoff, “Did you write this during the wedding?” “Yes,” He says in a serious tone, “Now read it.” I roll my eyes and flatten out the paper, squinting my eyes to read it.

When he left, I just tossed it in my bag, but I never get the chance to return it to him. Now those words wouldn’t leave me. I sat at the desk and opened Shawn’s MacBook. He had given me the password weeks ago — another gesture of trust after the main ledger. My fingers moved almost without permission, searching through folders until I reached one labeled “Private Archives.” Most files matched what I had already seen. But one didn’t. It was saved simply under the name SEXY. My pulse spiked. I clicked it open.

Lila’s fingers trembled slightly as she stared at her phone screen in the dim light of her small Eden Bay University dorm room. It was 11:47 PM, and the rest of the campus was quiet. The notification from SinLink glowed softly against the black background: “Curious about unlocking your deepest pleasure? Tonight only — Exclusive Self-Pleasure Workshop. Private. Safe. No limits. Tap to accept. Your desires are waiting.” She had downloaded the mysterious app two weeks ago after a drunken conversation with her roommate about “what if” fantasies. She never expected anything real. Yet here it was — an invitation that made her thighs press together instinctively.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

I replied indifferently, “feel free to get out and keep her company while she waits for a taxi. My driver’s license exists for a reason.” Cartier let out a sigh. “I’m sorry.” “You should be.” I leaned back against the leather seat and drew in a slow breath, forcing myself to focus on something other than Sasha. “I got news about the shares.” My attention snapped to him immediately. “Yeah?” “I looked further into Mr. Grey, and itt turns out Mr. Grey didn’t leave behind a will, but that’s not the interesting part.” I frowned. “What is?” “The shares were never purchased under Mr. Grey’s name. They were bought under Eudora’s name, and someone filed for a replacement set of acquisition documents.

You won’t work on me Grey I could fail you in my class in just a snap if you wouldn’t stop. The moment I get the chance I will make sure to lunged at Serra and claim her, every piece of her. I head back to my office and searched for Grey Preston’s files but it was missing. All I have was his name and his picture. I looked at the class’ scoresheet and saw his impressive scores. He and Serra we’re top tier leaving Jann Gregson in the second place. I guess I have the perfect blackmail for him. For sure his grades is important to him, well it is to every student in this university.