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“Revise these by three.” Alex revised them by two-forty-five and spent the next twenty minutes hard under his desk, thighs clenched, replaying the weight of Damian’s hand in his hair. At 6:12 p.m. his phone buzzed. My office. Now. No punctuation. No context. Same as yesterday. Alex’s stomach dropped straight into his balls. The floor was emptying again—Friday rhythm, people rushing for drinks, trains, dates. Alex walked the corridor like it was mined. Damian’s door was ajar. He pushed it open without knocking.

she said coolly. “I’m asking you to verify it yourself.” After a moment, she opened the folder. Inside were audit summaries. Authorization logs. Internal access reports. Her eyes scanned. Dates. Security clearances. Executive overrides. Her composure faltered slightly. “These approvals…” she murmured. “They weren’t yours.” “I didn’t have authority during that period,” Damian said quietly. “The company was transitioning leadership after my grandfather’s medical leave. Temporary executive permissions were reassigned.” She looked up sharply.

Ella gave a small nod before taking a flash drive from her bag and placing it on the table. "This contains everything." "The warehouse." "The underground room." "The surviving documents." "And the inventory records." Jonathan immediately reached for the flash drive. Devon connected it to his laptop without wasting a second. Dozens of scanned documents appeared on the monitor. Blueprints. Photographs. Old inventory sheets. Financial records. And one photo stopped everyone. The handwritten note left by Duan Dyne. Jonathan leaned closer. His fingers trembled slightly. "...Dyne." His voice cracked almost imperceptibly.

“Now, about that best friend of yours… the one you dealt drugs with in college. I suggest if you want to return to the race to make sure he doesn’t have anything to say about you.” Alyssa pulled out an NDA agreement out of her bag she had prepared. She slid it towards Mr Jersey. “He signs it. You’re safe to run again.” He picked it up and read through it quickly. “I want a copy of the signed one. You have until tomorrow.” She stood up. “I’ll send someone to pick it up.” She sipped quickly on her drink. “Goodnight Mr Jersey.” Alyssa exited her room. The guards immediately flanked her sides escorting her out.

Then, he dialed the old man's number. It rang before going to voicemail. But Dimitri wasn't done. He called again, and this time, the old man picked the call. “Good morning Doc. Sorry for disturbing you this early in the morning.” “How can I help you, Mr Santini.” “Send me Mrs Mara Santini's file. And can you help me with a CFFDNA?” “Ummm…” There was a sound of ruffling papers before Dr. Dinna sighed. “I can send the soft copy of the file to you now or do you prefer the hardcopy but that will be in the morning.”

Once her eyes spotted me, she ran over and led me into the office. “Where’s the proof?” I inquired, placing my purse on the desk. Rose dropped a file on my desk with the details of the Board meeting. I opened the brown envelope and brought out the papers. Attached to the paper about the summon, there was a small letter. “What’s this about?” I muttered, turning the page over. “From Stanford University, We have gone through our records thoroughly and we have confirmed that—,” I scanned through the letter, “—we have no records of a student under the name ‘MADISON BYERS’?!”

Her right-hand fingernails dug into the back of her left hand, leaving pale crescents in her skin. “Mr. Damaric, if there's nothing else—” Before she could finish, Jorah placed two folders in front of her. “What are these?” she asked in confusion. She picked them up and opened them. The first contained medical examination forms. The second was a university leave-of-absence application. A slight frown appeared on her face. The medical forms made sense. If she was going to work for the Drenvarr family, they would naturally want to ensure she was healthy and free of any contagious illnesses.

I said, my voice sharp, "Tell Elder Von to move the final decision to today and make sure Diane is there." "I’ll take care of it, boss," he replied and hurried off. I turned to Solomon, giving him a quick nod, our silent signal. It was time to move. A few minutes later, Andrew returned. "He said he’ll proceed with it, and Diane’s already been informed," Andrew reported as he stepped back in. He turned to leave, but I stopped him. "Wait, do you remember the NDA form I signed at Nacro Pack about two years ago?" He paused, tilting his head slightly before nodding. "Yeah... I remember. What about it?"

About a small boy with a heart condition and a blanket and drawings on a table and important things to tell us that could not wait. "File it," I said. Dominic picked up his phone. The formal submission went through at twelve forty-seven in the morning, filed through the inter-pack accord's emergency provision channel under Dominic Vael's authority as Overlord Alpha of the Crimson Valley territory. The automatic acknowledgment came back within minutes. Emergency review request received. Panel convening notification to follow within twenty-four hours. Formal response required within seventy-two hours of filing. I read the acknowledgment and set the phone down on the desk.

The only thing left untouched. Voices echoed outside. Shoes clacked. Radios buzzed. Ava snapped the vent shut, kicked her desk back into place, and rose just as the door opened. A federal agent stepped in, clipboard in hand, badge swinging from his belt. “Dr. Reed?” he asked. She turned, composed, heart thundering. “Yes?” “We’re collecting all financial documentation related to Reed Memorial. Electronic and print. If you have anything not yet logged, now’s the time.” “I don’t,” she said, smooth and even.