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Now, sitting at the café, she waited for Linda Stern, the sharpest reporter on this side of the Alps. Linda breezed in like she owned the joint, her leather jacket creaking, sunglasses low on her nose despite the clouds outside. She was all business, but there was always that edge of mischief about her, like she was permanently one bad idea away from pulling a fast one. She slid into the chair across from Leila, didn’t even bother with the pleasantries. “So,” she said, her voice like whiskey poured over gravel. “What’ve you got for me this time, kid? And don’t tell me it’s a knitting club you want me to expose.”

"That's the latest development, I'll fill you in if anything pops up." "Aight, I'll do same." Linda emptied her glass in one gulped, grabbed her handbag, after saying the necessary pleasantries, she made it for the door. Randy was tailing behind her. "Oh, hey Mi… Fabiola!" She bit her tongue when she realized the name she was about uttering. Fabiola was sitting behind her computer occupying herself. She looked up and shot Linda a scary stare when she heard what Linda was about to say. Her look was enough to reset Linda's brain.

"Where do we bite first, my Shark?" Lila opened her leather briefcase, her eyes turning into chips of absolute ice as she pulled out the financial tracking documents. "Linda thinks she’s safe because she used an offshore account to pay that model. But she forgot one thing." She looked up at Adrian, a sharp, dangerous smile touching her lips. "I drafted her trust fund three years ago. I know every routing code she owns. Let’s go hunting." Before she could step away, the personal phone in her pocket gave a low, rhythmic vibration.

She thought about a prison floor and a half moon and one more chance. "No," she said. "I was not afraid of failing. I had already survived worse than failure." Linda held her pen very still. Wrote something slowly. Looked up. "That is the most interesting thing you have said," she said quietly. --- The personal question came at the end. Linda looked at her recorder. Then at Valerie. Then briefly at Adrian who had not moved from the window since the interview began. "The Lead Pursuit," Linda said. "Your words about it publicly have been — confident. Direct. Unapologetic."

The kind of quiet that usually only happened at 3 AM when everyone else had gone home and it was just her, cold coffee, and a spreadsheet that wouldn’t balance. But it was 8:05 AM. And no one was panicking. No fire drills. No urgent calls from Legal. No James bursting in with “We have a problem” written all over his face. Linda walked in at 8:22 AM carrying two green teas and a printout. She set one in front of Elma and didn’t say anything for five full seconds. That was Linda’s version of a celebration. “The signed opinion letter came in,” Linda finally said. “Clean. Not a single recommendation. Mrs. Okafor said it’s the strongest control environment she’s seen in West Africa this year.”

When she saw Linda stumbling, she quickly went over to steady the latter on her feet. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Linda walked over to the coffee table and picked up a folder. Then, she passed it to Stephanie. "This is for you, Ms. Ford." Stephanie accepted the folder. She had a vague feeling about what that folder contained. "What's this?" "This is evidence of that bastard embezzling the company's funds." Linda's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Back then, I had advised him not to do that, but he didn't listen to me. I… Well, I chose to cover this incident up for him."

The connections, the resources, the status she'd been so proud of — in front of a real heiress, they were nothing but paper. "Ms. Sinclair… I was wrong… I was blind… please, I'm begging you, let me go…" She crawled toward me, reaching for my legs. I stepped back in disgust. "Faye." I called out a name. Behind the crowd, Faye went rigid. "You love obedience tests so much, don't you?" I pointed at Linda. "Here's your chance. Hand over every piece of evidence of Linda's fraud — all of it — and expose her right here, right now. Do that, and I won't come after you for everything you've done."

I'd taken that figurine from my study and planted it in the guest room earlier, while Linda and Casey were busy toasting each other. Linda hadn't just found it. She'd photographed it and posted it in the group. I opened my phone and saw the latest reply. [OP LLLIN: Found it! Turns out she's actually a pretty famous author! Ha—she NEVER bragged about being this big!] [FFFYEP: Move fast! Check her novels, see what we can use!] A few minutes later, Linda updated again, practically vibrating with glee. [OP LLLIN: Got it! She's got this thriller from a few years back where the main character takes revenge for a girl who jumped to her death. The MC steals corporate secrets and basically destroys t

“I have already told you, Fallon. I am not interested in your deal. I never was, and will never be. I made my decision.” Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second before she regained her composure, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Oh, I’m well aware of your decision, Linda. I have been aware of your loyalty to your husband.” “Did you even see what was in the file that I sent you?” She continued. “You mean that file that you had a stranger drop at my feet, pretending that it was a mistake?” I raised one of my eyebrows. “To-ma-to, to-mah-to,” She replied, rolling her eyes. “My point here is that you got it. Did you happen to go through it?”

" So, please read all of this at once and decipher what this idiot wants. If it helps with Clara's case, great, if not, tear it up and put an end to it. - Linda was speaking with authority now, like if it was my mother. Lucas had started the engine and pulled out slowly, dodging a group of reporters. At that point, there was a small crowd in front of the Sonho Feliz Creche. Inside me, a terrible nightmare loomed. As Linda suggested, as soon as I had a sandwich and a shower, I gathered all those papers on the bed to decipher them. Braga couldn't explain why it had been addressed to him. I should find out for myself. I decided that I would alternate between reading the book and the letters. It