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I'll start a brand new life, while you'll rot in this room. Sandra picked up an apple and peeled it with a small knife, the thin strip of skin coming off in one perfect, unbroken ribbon. She added lightly, "Oh, and that flash drive you gave me, along with the cloud backup you thought was so well hidden, they will both be ruled inadmissible soon. "All because of your violent resistance and illegally obtained evidence, they'll be sealed away for good. "And I'll be the judge who chose justice over relations, the hero who made the hard call. My career will shine brighter than ever after this little sacrifice."

Signed correctly. Filed correctly. But the verification timestamp didn’t align with the independent audit database. Three hours off. Not illegal. Not yet. But inconsistent. By 7:00 a.m., Alessandro was in the operations war room. “Explain,” he said calmly. Elena adjusted the screen. “The certificate appears legitimate. However, the independent verification API log shows delayed authentication.” “Delayed how?” Valentina asked. “Manual override submission.” Silence settled. Manual override. A phrase that belonged to old systems.

"They can take the paper." Dominic looked at him. "Three months ago," Reed said, "before I went into Morrow's network, you had me copy every document in this room. Every file, every survey, every record. Digital copies, encrypted." He held the drive steady. "Those copies are registered with three separate governmental bodies as legally verified duplicates. Time-stamped and independently confirmed." He looked at Dominic. "What they took tonight is the physical original. What exists in the legal record is the digital version. And in a land court, a registered digital duplicate with three-body governmental verification is admissible."

Strong and unmistakable, the kind of scent that said he'd been drinking for hours. "Aren't you going to say anything to me?" His voice was quiet, tentative. "Anything like what?" "I don't know. Maybe yell at me? Shout? Scold me for what happened earlier with Julian?" "Look, I don't have time for that right now." I pulled up the verification interface, my fingers moving across the screen with practised efficiency. "Let's just get this done so we can both leave." The verification process was tedious as always. First came the biometric palm scans, both of us pressing our hands to the cool glass surface simultaneously while the system analysed our prints. The green light flashed. Approved.

Chapter 3: The Ghost in the Wires The Custodian’s awakening was not dramatic. There were no alarms, no system-wide crashes. It was a subtle corruption, a creeping wrongness. It began with the Verity Project’s external-facing portal. A family in Oslo, seeking information about a cousin listed among the twenty-four, found their inquiry answered with a curt, auto-generated reply citing "data integrity flags" and suggesting their relative's records may have been "fabricated for compensation." In São Paulo, a donation to the O'Connell family’s mental health charity was mysteriously rerouted to a defunct server and lost. Glitches. Annoyances.

Because what I was about to say required the full weight of my position and my presence and everything I had built over five years, which gave me the right to stand in front of seven council members and say what needed to be said. “Elder Crane raises a procedural point,” I said. “The council’s guidelines do require independent verification before testimony implicating a sitting member enters the formal record.” I paused. “However those same guidelines specify that the verification requirement applies to testimony entered without verifying documentation.” I looked directly at Crane. “Elder Anthony’s verbal testimony this morning was backed up by testimony. The primary documentation it verifie

“Which is why I didn’t come here unprepared.” He gestured lightly toward the documents again. “You’ll find the original registry numbers on the bottom right corner.” His tone remained even, but there was something colder in it now. “Cross-check them.” The room fell quiet again. Because everyone understood what that meant. This was verification and proof. It was something that couldn’t be dismissed so easily especially since it was coming from someone like Ethan King with the kind of reputation he had. It just couldn't be ignored. Clark shifted beside me, his posture stiffening slightly, his gaze fixed on Ethan now in a way that wasn’t just curious anymore.

"One of them is a tech consulting firm called Vertex Analytics." I already knew where this was going. "Victoria Leung." A beat of silence. "You're ahead of me." "Not far enough," I said. "Can you certify the metadata in a way that holds up in court?" "Already drafted," he said. "I can have it notarized by this afternoon." "Do it."

Every corroborated fact that turned up would be added to my file, making a case too strong to be dismissed as hearsay. I captioned, *"'Phase One: Consolidation and Verification'"* and underneath, bullet points of what to do for each step: get digital copies, consult with forensic experts, review financial documents, and d******d any other documents from previous archives. I could feel the weight on my shoulders—any slip-up on my part, and the chance to bring down this corrupt empire would be gone forever.

“And that drives mum insane.” He didn’t interrupt. “She’s been digging,” Verity continued. “Hiring people. Checking old records. Trying to trace everything, she thinks if she finds something embarrassing enough, she can use it.” “Use it how?” “To weaken her,” Verity replied simply. “Grandpa loves Alessa, . If she finds leverage on Alessa, she thinks that changes.” Riley nodded slowly, and interesting. Verity stepped closer again. “What about you?” she asked. “You talk about my family like it’s a case study.”