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My gaze drifted toward the screen as it vibrated on the table, buzzing insistently. I picked it up with a shaky hand. “Hello?” I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper, laced with tension. “Are you ready?” Justin’s voice came through the speaker, warm and steady. Hearing him made my heart flutter and my throat tighten. I swallowed hard, then gave a small nod he couldn’t see. “Yes,” I managed to say, trying to sound composed. “I’m ready.” He hummed softly in response. That familiar sound of his made me close my eyes for a second.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

“Okay, that sounds easy enough. I’m in. Who starts?” “You go first,” Audrey replied, her gaze fixed on him, her anticipation almost palpable. Zach paused for a moment, drawing in a deep breath. “Alright, here goes...” He exhaled slowly, the smile fading just a little. “Wow, I didn’t think this would be so hard,” he admitted, laughing softly to himself. “Okay, where do I begin?” “Anywhere you want,” Audrey encouraged gently. “It’s your story.”

And no doubt, have hot dreams about it. It’s another book suggestion from her. I’ve just finished the last one she recommended, and honestly, I shouldn’t dive into another. Once I start reading, I lose myself completely. But this time, she’s telling me to listen to it. Audiobook. That’s new. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I click the link she sent, and in a matter of seconds, the book is purchased and playing through my home speakers. I settle back in bed, letting the narrator’s deep voice wash over me, and within moments, I realize Lucy’s sent me a stalker romance. Great.

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

She read it twice before crumpling it in her fist. The city below moved fast, indifferent, alive. Inside, everything in her chest felt still, too still. She turned away from the view, from the ring, from the reflection of the woman who didn’t look like her anymore. The studio key in her purse caught her attention, cool against her fingers. Maybe clay would make more sense than people did. But before she could leave, her phone buzzed. Lila’s name flashed. “Tell me you’re okay,” her friend said the second Rae answered.

Perhaps it was time to start seriously planning for a baby. Lost in those thoughts, she left with Donovan urging her along. … More than ten hours later, my plane landed. The moment I turned my phone on, calls and messages flooded the screen like a bombardment. Every single one was from Amanda. [Cedric! Where are you?!] [Why did the patent office say the patent was transferred to someone else three days ago?!] [That USB drive was full of viruses! The company's computers are completely down! The investors are accusing me of fraud!]

“Passports frozen, media prepped, law on standby, live feed rolling. When the toast ends, Ricci’s people step in.” Anna let out a slow breath, as though tasting freedom for the first time. “And they can’t claim I forged anything—because it’s their own voices.” “Exactly,” Vincent said. He slid the flash drive toward me. “Backup of the audio and every document. Guard it like your life depends on it.” I pocketed the drive, then turned to Anna, pulling her chair closer until our knees touched. “Tomorrow ends their empire,” I whispered. “And begins yours.” For a moment she just stared, a single tear slipping down before she wiped it away with the back of her hand. “Let’s burn it down, Jace.”