Signed to Be His Sin
Jonathan’s smile faltered—just slightly.
Lucien continued. “This includes shell accounts, burner communications, and financial ties that predate recent events.”
Jonathan’s gaze hardened. “Careful, Lucien.”
“No,” Lucien replied calmly. “You should be.”
He placed a folder on the table.
“You wanted transparency,” Lucien said. “You’re about to get it.”
By afternoon, the media was circling.
Leaks had surfaced. Carefully timed. Carefully curated.
Jonathan was furious.
“You promised discretion,” he snapped into his phone.
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