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“Verity… we made a mistake.” Verity blinked slowly, her mind still heavy with exhaustion. Her voice came out tired and husky, barely a whisper. “What happened?” He shifted, turning her gently in his arms so he could look at her face. His dark eyes held genuine concern, the dominant intensity from earlier softened into something more vulnerable. “We did it without protection. I got so lost in you… I wasn’t thinking. Are you sure you’re okay with that? I can arrange for the morning-after pill right away if you want. I’ll call my doctor, or we can go—”

The kind that wasn’t empty — just full. I stood again, slower this time. “So Elena was part of that.” “Not just part,” Max said. “Her name appears in a decision signature field. That means she either approved data structure access… or was used as a verification node inside the system.” I let that sink in. Verification node. That didn’t sound like a person. It sounded like a function. Max added, quieter now: “If she was in that layer, Cassius… Verizon doesn’t just have records on her.”

Morana mumbled lazily and Nox gave a small ‘o’. “Gotta have something to write on your gravestone. If we return empty-handed from this trip, I am free to put a bullet in your head. If you are trying to trick us, you still have time,” Verity said nonchalantly. Nox gulped tightly. His eyes met mine through the inner rear-view mirror of the car.

"What is it?" "I'm sure you've heard of Veritas Corp?" Jerry asked after taking his seat across the desk. "That's the famous wealth management and investment company in the Canada. What does that have to do with me?" "Well, they are starting up a branch here in New York. I don't know how they got wind of the crisis in the company. They must have seen it in the news. So, they are offering a partnership deal that will quickly boost back the company's worth. Check those." Jerry revealed, pointing at the files he placed on the table.

His massive frame stayed rigid, his large hands flat against the desk wood on either side of Ava’s laptop chassis, his broad chest rising and falling in a slow, controlled rhythm. Ava reached out, her fingers cool and precise as she tapped the receiver button and put the line on speaker mode. "It’s a bloodbath," Arthur Vance’s voice erupted through the speaker, carrying none of his usual midtown corporate polish. The sound of frantic shouting and paper rustling could be heard clearly in the background of his secure office. "The judge took one look at the uncompressed RAW images of your black notebook, Ava. The state court’s automated handwriting verification engine matched the ink stroke pro