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“It would interest you to know that, Marcus sits on the nonprofit’s board. He personally approves donations which means he is using company money to fund an organization where his mistress works. Conflict of interest potential self-dealing. At minimum, this looks terrible.” Avalon looked at Selene. “ This is enough right? We can leak the tax stuff to the IRS, leak the affair to the board and watch Marcus lose everything.” “Wait,” Diana said. “ There’s more.” She pulled out one last folder, and it was noticeably thicker than the others. “What?” Selene asked. “The investigators found something interesting about the medical records leak. They traced the access point back to a law clerk in the S

I watched from the sidelines, heart racing. Alexander’s gaze locked onto the cameras. “We will not crumble. We will not bow. And we will never be owned.” The questions started, chaos breaking loose. And then, the assistant rushed up to me. Her voice was tight, urgent. “Leila… you need to see this.” I turned, my stomach twisting. She held up a phone. And on the screen? A breaking news alert. My breath stalled. A leaked recording. A voice I recognized. Marcus Calloway.

What form of security that they'd need. It turned into nearly midnight whilst Damien's smartphone rang. He frowned on the screen. "It is Marcus,”he answered. "What's wrong?" Celeste watched his face change. All the color drained out. "When?" he said sharply. "How many people?" He hung up and looked at her. "We have a problem." "What happened?" "Someone just leaked the whole pact. Everything. It's on every major news site right now. They're calling it the marriage of the century."

“THE WHISTLEBLOWER!” Grayson came in behind me, still half asleep, hair messy. “What now?” I took the tablet and read the headline. My stomach dropped. I looked up slowly. “That’s everything.” Marcus nodded, serious. “Emails. Financial records. Offshore accounts. It’s huge.” Hanna leaned in closer. “Who leaked it?” Marcus shook his head. “No name yet.” Jamie whispered like it was a movie. “Secret hero.” Grayson crossed his arms. “Or someone with their own agenda.”

Then Marcus's phone buzzed, the office phone on the table also started ringing. I picked up my phone. A news alert. BREAKING: Leaked medical records confirm Adrian Moretti has terminal cardiomyopathy. Doctors give him less than six months. Stock free-falling. Moretti Industries on the brink of collapse. My chest gave a sharp, violent squeeze. For real this time. I grabbed the doorframe. My vision tunneled. Marcus caught me before I hit the ground. "Boss! Boss, stay with me!"

“He barely speaks but the real question is why are you showing me a picture of one of my soldiers?” “The fact that he barely speaks is probably why no one suspected him,” Bruno replied. “We traced an encrypted satellite relay he used from the estate’s north perimeter. He’s been leaking updates. Movement reports. Guard rotations. Intel about you.” I stared at Bruno as he spoke, understanding dawning on me that Marco was the leak he had been investigating. “Who has he been leaking intel to?” I asked. Bruno met my eyes and said, “Martha.” The name hit me like a sucker punch.

I tell him every detail—the voice, the photos, the threat about my grandmother. His expression grows darker with each detail. “They want me compliant,” he says. “They want me scared.” His phone rings. He frowns. “Marcus.” He answers. Speaker on. “We have a problem,” Marcus says. “Someone leaked Elena’s resignation. Press is running with an affair story. The board wants an emergency meeting at 8 AM.” My stomach drops. “Anonymous leak,” Marcus continues. “They want clarification about your relationship.” “What relationship?” Damien says sharply.

"Working on it. But they used a VPN and covered their tracks well." "So someone planned this." "Definitely premeditated." Alex gathered the senior staff. "Someone in this organization leaked confidential information. I need to know who." Silence. "If you know something, anything, now is the time to speak." More silence. Elena finally said, "I think it was Marcus." Marcus Chen, the IT director. He'd been with the foundation for eighteen months. "Why Marcus?" "He's been acting strange lately. Secretive. I saw him working late last week when everyone else had left."

It was not a legal direction. But a moral one. Lucian’s hand rested on my shoulder and I covered it with mine. From the Shelter Room, there was no sound. For once, Daniel was quiet by choice. That made all the difference. An hour passed. Then another. Mara called twice. The first time, to confirm she had written to Kieran’s counsel demanding disclosure of any involvement in the leak and immediate steps to prevent further circulation. The second time, to say the clinic had provided written confirmation of the unauthorized inquiry attempt.

The sheer panic on his face instantly broke the quiet bubble Kalix and I had been trapped in. Kalix let out a sharp, frustrated breath, his grip on my hand loosening as he stood up from the bench. The gentle, vulnerable man from two seconds ago vanished, replaced instantly by the rigid leader of Smith Industries. "Marcus. This better be life-altering." Marcus lowered the phone, his voice shaking slightly as he reached the edge of the stone path. "It is, Kalix. We have a massive problem. The corporate registry office in the city center just called. Someone leaked a copy of the unsigned preliminary contract drafts between you and Amber to an independent tech blog."