Novel & Cerita Quinn Finite Leak

Liam halts with his hand circled around his mouth. "We have uploaded the forms on our online portal, everyone can choose their package for the Quid Ultimate deal. Whatever package you choose, your benefit will run along with it" Liam explains briefly and everyone nods in agreement. "Such a nice strategy Mr. Liam" an investors said, impressed. "Another thing" Liam begins and everyone turns to him in anxiety. "With the help of the financial manager and our reliable interns, we were able to notice some loops that KeyBank manager Mr Luke has been looting million dollars from us every month" Liam halts changing his posture and everyone except for Amber mutters in disbelieve and astonishment.

He said with confidence bumming from his voice. I was lost in my thoughts. Trying to put one or two together. I concluded" I don't think it's Finite. It's someone else, someone close to us." Justin and Ethan looked at themselves then at me before Ethan spoke " How do you mean? " I folded my hands and placed my index finger on my chin. " Finite can be cunning but not dirty. He doesn't need to leave a message similar to Celine's inscription on her chest. He attacks directly. I'm very sure it's not Finite."

“Go on.” “Quinn’s been siphoning funds from the company,” Roger reported. “He’s been diverting them into offshore accounts under dummy corporations. But that’s not all—he’s been feeding insider information to his parents. I believe they’re making a move.” I tightened my grip on the glass, but I slowly swirled the contents to keep calm. So, that was Quinn’s game. A pathetic attempt to bite the hand that had been feeding him all along. He thought he was clever, but I would always be one step ahead.

“Thanks for checking on me last night.” Quinn sighed. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He wasn’t about to tell her about the latest phone call he’d gotten from Hux. If he did he’d have to explain about Em being out of town. And he didn’t want Fin to know that. Mostly because it wasn’t her business. And… because he wasn’t a thousand percent certain he could trust her when it came to Em. She nodded. “You need to stop with all the pills Finley. You’re going to end up overdosing. How many times are you gonna lie about taking them? Or backtrack?” He asked her angrily.

“They’re naming us indirectly.” I scanned the article. It quoted “confidential audit leaks” and “internal documents under review.” Damon arrived seconds later. “They used fragments of our frozen account list,” he said. “Roe, where’s the breach?” Roe traced it. “Same IP from last night. It’s inside one of our financial relay terminals.” Marcus clenched his jaw. “That’s an inside hand.”

Fenrir growls low, disapproving. “ We can't do anything about it then.” Dax mutters from behind me. I am frustrated at this point. My Rut is a few weeks away at this point, I've been advised against taking rut inhibitors I've been taking since Ronan left the city. I haven't had sex in two years. I doesn’t want anybody else. The silence in the room is stretched as Dax and Finn exhale sharply. Finn then rises from his seat. “I've got a lead,” he says. “That anonymous hacker, the one flagged for leaking some elites account pins,”

I left the bar with gravel in my shoes and plans forming slow and certain. Back at my condo the air smelled like old coffee and filtered heat. I poured a drink and didn’t touch it. The laptop glowed; the encrypted drives hummed. I opened the ledger I’d been keeping — small transfers, shadow companies with plausible names, contracts with clauses that blurred purpose. Quentin had always been careless with details in ways arrogance can buy you: an extra zero misplaced, a memo filed in the wrong folder, a name left where it shouldn’t be. The files weren’t a smoking gun yet. They were breadcrumbs. But you follow breadcrumbs if you want answers. I catalogued dates, amounts, potential witnesses. If

I clicked my tongue, listening to her silent sobs through the thin walls of the house. If she just worked harder, we wouldn't even be here. My phone buzzed, gaining my attention immediately. “Quinn’s Med Care Releases Celibrex, The Final Cure For Chronic Eczema.” The Quinn Foundation again? I couldn't help but scoff. They obviously had no use for their money. How much more stupid could they be?

“And you never asked questions?” Halbrook gave a tired smile. “Infrastructure financing is complicated.” Billy muttered, “That’s one way to describe it.” Leah suddenly leaned closer to the tablet again. “Wait.” Everyone turned toward her. “What is it?” Emily asked. Leah pointed to a new set of financial transfers appearing on the screen. “These transactions are unusual.” Thomas stepped closer. “How?” “They’re not project investments.” Daniel studied the data. “Consulting payments?” Leah shook her head. “No.” Emily leaned forward.

She almost ignored it — she rarely paid attention to news alerts — but the headline froze her in place. Council Probes Quinn’s Protégé Over Financial Irregularities. Her breath caught. She opened the article, her eyes racing across the words. Her name. Her face. Grainy photographs of her by the docks, of her with Damien in an alley, of her leaving Vincent’s car late at night. Each paired with captions that twisted the context into poison. “Anonymous witnesses claim Elara Quinn has negotiated with smugglers at the South Docks.” “Leaked documents suggest irregular transfers under Quinn’s name.”