Sabotage Shantel Tessier Audiobook Novels & Stories

Mireille stood by the radiator with both hands braced on the sill. “So.” One word. Heavy enough. I looked up. “So this is sabotage.” “Is it inaccurate?” “It is selective.” “That isn’t a no.” “No,” I said, more sharply than I intended. “It’s not a no. It is internal damage-control language weaponized to make it look like the plan was always to replace me and carve the factory once public pressure rose.” Mireille crossed her arms. “And was it?” Gabriel answered before I could. “No.” She looked at him. “You expect me to take security’s word on legal paperwork?”

"You have exactly two options. Either I make you quiet, or you choose to be quiet yourself." "You can't do shit—" "If I have to be the one to shut you up," I interrupted, "you’ll get exactly two vials of sedative and a dark room until I decide otherwise. But, if you handle yourself like a man and stay quiet on your own... I’ll bring Lila down to see you. And you'll get your money." There was a long pause. I could almost hear the gears turning in his desperate, fractured mind. The mention of money and Lila—the two things that had fueled his downfall—seemed to hit the mark.

No one had ever done that. “I’m sure you all must be wondering why I’ve asked all of these people to join me on stage. That’s because I suffered a malicious sabotage that almost made me give up, but the relentlessness and hard work of these people were what kept me going.” The host stepped back onto the stage. “What sabotage are you talking about, Thalassa?” A hard look settled on Thalassa’s face. “I think this video will do a better job of explaining.” Snapping her fingers, a video was projected on a screen behind them. It was footage of the display room at TT Fashion House which had contained the dresses for the event

CHAPTER 42: THE SABOTAGE DASHIELL'S POV *Flashback to the Breakfast morning with Zahra.* After giving Zahra the chipped accessories, I noticed a small circular device hidden in the vase opposite where we sat which showed a glint of red anytime we made a sound. I wanted to ignore it at first, but I felt my suspicion grow every time I thought about overlooking it, and knowing how desperate people were to sabotage plans, I decided to check it out.

Bass' voice boomed from outside the room, he was definitely standing on the other side of them mirror, and he was cut off by Hayes who did us a favour. "Shut up, Bass. We've known her for years. Girl practically lives here." Hayes scoffed while flipping Bass off through the glass. "Just... what do I even say to you out of all people... don't die." He smiled before we exchanged our last goodbyes and he strolled out of the room. Welp. There goes the only trusty male figure I have close to me. "Hi, sweetheart. You must be Valentina. I'm Sierra Charles! It's nice to meet yo-" the lady began with a bubbly grin while reaching out to shake my hand but she quickly took it back when she saw the cuffs

My voice carried through every speaker in the building, clear and steady, reaching every corner. In a calm, carrying tone, I laid out the whole truth for the crowd—how Sharpe and Mona had orchestrated the string of thefts to create chaos, how they'd used counterfeit merchandise to swindle customers out of their hard-earned money. When the crowd learned that the gold at the jewelry counter had been fakes all along, swapped in to launder stolen money— The room went silent for exactly two seconds. Then it erupted into a wave of furious shouting. "Shameless bitch! Give us our money back!"

The needle jerked violently across the vinyl. A loud screech echoed through the theater. Noah rushed to the gramophone. "Don't touch it!" Too late. The record had cracked cleanly down the center. The recording stopped. Half the message was gone. Alexander stared in disbelief. "Again?" Vivienne frowned. "That's the second recording that's been deliberately sabotaged." The Keeper nodded slowly. "Someone knew exactly where the truth would hurt them most." Elara's eyes drifted toward the stage below. Something caught her attention.

Sloane caught him, her hands rough and warm—the most real things he had felt in days. In the center of the room, the Accumulator sat silent. It was no longer humming. It was pulsating with a slow, heavy rhythm—the Heartbeat of Chaos. "We have it," Sloane whispered, looking at the brass sphere. "The weapon that ends the silence." Kael looked up at the ceiling. He could feel the weight of the Auditor’s gaze from above. He knew that the heist hadn't gone unnoticed. The Auditors were no longer "Observing"; they were "Sanitizing."

She began murmuring under her breath, her expression devout and mysterious. One minute passed. Two minutes. Five minutes. The silence in the auditorium became suffocating. Nothing happened. James's phone did not ring. Not a single investor called. Cecilia's expression started to crack. Sweat formed on her forehead, ruining her perfect makeup. Whispers began spreading through the crowd. "What's going on? Did it stop working?" "I knew it. She's a fraud. Just playing tricks." Cecilia grew more and more frantic. She tried again, louder this time, her chanting more desperate.

the guards ask. That’s when it hits me. I reach under the collar of my shirt and pull out my small gold chain that says “Love”. I am so embarrassed. As I gather my things, I turn to the people behind me and mouth “I am sorry”. I walk towards the elevators, noticing there is an elevator already open, but it looks as if it’s about to close. “Please hold the elevator., I yell.