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“Fine. But only for now.” James raised his hands in mock surrender, a smirk still on his face. Cassian ignored him, turning back to Daniel. “Daniel,” I said finally, my voice trembling slightly with worry. “What is going on?” Daniel opened his mouth, but Cassian spoke first. “Annabel, sit down. We need to explain this carefully.” I crossed my arms, my body stiff with tension, and sank into one of the chairs at the table. “There’s been a breach,” Cassian began, his voice steady but serious. “Somebody has planted a bug in the evergreen app, and confidential data has been leaked. We don’t know who is responsible yet.”

“We’re going to get right into it. Confidential information relating to the Gilliam project was intercepted before it could be sold to the press. As the project lead, you had access to this information.” “What?” “We’re here today to discuss two allegations. One concerns alleged sexual misconduct in the workplace. The other concerns a possible breach of confidentiality involving company information.” “No. I’d never.” Mona took out her iPad and turned it toward me. Her finger tapped the screen. “Can you confirm this is your email address?” I leaned forward. My email address stared back at me: bellefox@g***l.com. That was definitely mine. The message read: As agreed, once we meet, I’ll give you

Owen shook his head, “Mother, these are the true bank statements for the charity, please review the transactions individually.” I audited the statements, and my brows continued to furrow in confusion. “Adam and Eve? BSBM Beauty? Hotels? Restaurants? What is ‘Club Wolfbane? What is all this?” But before Owen can speak, my assistant leans forward and whispers in my ear. “Those purchases are associated with vendors who sell sexual items and Club Wolfsbane is an underground club for Dom and subs to play out their sexual fantasies, Madam.” I was rendered speechless, and it all came together in my mind. Liam was stealing and using charitable funding for his own sick twisted desires, but I had to c

I nod, “apparently he was in on this with her but he wouldn’t dare say anything, he knows I am going to use his slush fund against him” A wicked grin spreads across his face, “so that’s the next move?” “You know that baby” I watch as he pulls out his phone and dial a certain number. “Hello, yes…this is Malachi Bromte.. apparently I have received an anonymous tip that Zachary Woodstone of Blossom entertainment company has been involved in some illegal activities and he is trying to use the illegal slush funds. Please investigate this thoroughly, I will have the information sent as soon as possible. Good, thank you General”

Ana isn’t looking at the camera, but I can see clearly that it’s her. My eyes rise to meet Gloria’s. She pauses for effect. “You know… the security system was surprisingly easy to hack into and get this pictures.” She smiles sarcastically. “The beloved Minister and his pure new wife. The very beautiful Mrs. Petrov, that was just introduced into society at the ball,” she says quietly, like a dirty little secret. “The dirty whore you paid for sex.” My stomach drops. No. “You have seventy-two hours to hand over fifty million dollars, or you and your whore will be exposed to the press.”

A priority ping from Anya. He swiped to read. His entire face shifted. “What is it?” Celeste asked. He handed her the screen. URGENT: CONFIRMED FOOTAGE DROP Alleged “Celeste Breakdown” video now trending on every major entertainment outlet. Framed as a leaked outburst on the set of Fallout. Editor metadata traced back to Sinclair Media servers. Internal breach confirmed. Celeste blinked, her throat closing. “They used your servers.” He nodded grimly. “She’s framing me as the one who leaked it.”

Nathan scolded, already shooting at a small target hanging from a tree. I think he had a riffle, but I wasn't sure. The sack we used from yesterday still sat there, cotton pouring out of a million holes. “Sorry, I lost track of time,” I said as I walked over to the shed and grabbed the same shotgun I used yesterday along with more ear plugs above it in the small pouch. Nathan squeezed the trigger and a loud ringing echoed in my ears. “Next time tell me. You have my number.” Actually, I had everybody's numbers. I think they were created with them in it, then encrypted so I couldn't delete them. Another 'precaution'.

“ You’re saying as if there will be murderers in the party? “ I huff. “ What do we know love? These are ruthless businessmen and half of them are fucking perverts so I want you to stay close to me, for your safety. “ He explains and I nod. We then get out and walk towards the glamourous hall filled with music and lights. After getting in, Noah starts chatting with a few people he knows. My eyes roam around and I find a huge chandelier on the roof. Looking around, I find men dressed in suits while women clinging around them. Most of them wearing revealing clothes and playing the role of arm candy. Is that why Noah didn’t want any revealing clothes for me? So I would be easily differentiated f

“Yeah. She was a wacko before Lily, but add drugs to the mix, and she’s… I don’t know. Fuckin’ gone.” “Where was that taken?” “The Pink Fox.” “Shit, really?” Brock said. I nodded. “Why?” “We busted a human trafficking ring a while ago. The bastards who ran the operation owned that club. Among others.” “Who’s running it now?” “On paper? A guy named Brian Nolan.” “None of this makes any fuckin’ sense.” “Forward it to me, I’ll look into it,” Brock offered. I nodded and fired it off to Brock just as Payton walked into the kitchen, rinsed her plate, and dumped it in the dishwasher… all without speaking. Brock raised an eyebrow at me, waved his phone, and left the room, also without speaking.

Bill said like his testing my name on his mouth, intently staring at me while Ryan just gave me a non-commental nod. While Ryan is a new face, I knew Bill. He's one of the boys in the orphanage. It had been eight years since we last saw each other but I knew, without my makeup, he'll immediately recognize me. When Bill continue to stare at me, Vince snapped at him with a snarl. “Bill, she's my girlfriend not one of your wh*res.” “My apologies,” He turned, his eyes troubled. After introducing me to his friends doubled as his bodyguards, we coursed through the evening traffic of Brakstone City with its ever-present smog and the smell of rotten eggs.