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"No, darling. I'm winning it." It was 2AM at the Blackstone penthouse moonlight streamed through the penthouse library's floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the shelves in silver and shadow. I curled deeper into the Chesterfield sofa, my laptop casting a blue glow over Damien's encrypted server. Password: **Vermeer1632** lifted from his watch's biometric scanner three nights ago. File after file of Marcus's shady deals flashed across the screen: offshore accounts, blackmail payments, doctored financials. But one folder stood out like a bloodstain:

SARAH “You can be rest assured. I would have you speak to one of our leading obstetricians, and…” “I’m sorry, what is your name again?” My question annoys her. She stands straight, head held high, and pulls the both sides of her labcoat together. “I’m doctor Finch. Marilyn Finch.” I plaster a fake smile on my face. “Good. Doctor Finch, I’m not sure what type of prank my brother must have arranged with you before now. He does have a twisted sense of humor, trust me. But can’t you lose your license for lying? Because I promise you, he didn’t pay you enough for this.”

He’ll help you with the legal transfer of everything. *The company documents are all in the filing system - Sarah can help you navigate them. All passwords are in the safe behind the painting of the city skyline. The combination is your birthday: 03-03-96. Inside you’ll also find the deed to my house, car titles, bank account information, and investment portfolios.* *My house keys are in this envelope. You already know the address. I want you and Phoenix to live there. There’s a nursery upstairs that I started preparing before… before everything happened. I never got to finish it, but maybe you can.*

Just as Vincenzo was about to step out, Seraphina’s sudden question stopped him in his tracks. “What is the password?” she asked, still burying herself under the sheet, her voice muffled yet sharp with suspicion. “‘S’ pattern and Seraven, file password,” he replied casually. “What? Seraven?” she repeated while sitting up, her brows knitted in confusion. “Seraphina plus Vincenzo equals Seraven,” he explained with a smirk tugging on his lips.

Lindsay thanked him, "Great, thank you, Mr. Barker." Soon after, Charles called back. Sarah wanted to meet Lindsay to see the evidence for herself and determine if Fiona was truly innocent. Lindsay readily agreed, and they arranged to have dinner that evening, with Charles facilitating the introduction. That evening, the three of them met. Lindsay presented screenshots from the email, which included chat logs and photos of Fiona and Vincent clearly indicating they were in a relationship. Sarah was completely convinced and also disgusted and angry at the actions of the two deceivers. Sarah's sister was the deputy general manager of one of the top three entertainment companies, aside from Harp

"This one seems familiar. My uncle asked Cristina to sign into his computer once. She had the password written down. It was a combination of her parent's names and their anniversary or birthday or something. This looks like the word he used. Glorvic" "Let me type this into my program and see what it comes up with. Felicia, we should also implement multi-factor authentication here. You know, so others couldn't do what we're doing." "If I ever get controlling shares, I promise to implement that security." "Bingo, I'm in. Glorvic, then Cristina's birthday." "Dave, that's very impressive and a little scary." "Now, what are we looking for?" "I'm not sure. Could you sort his email by sender? Maybe

My heart skipped a beat as I ordered him to speak. “Sir, your first account has been wiped. I just saw it this morning, there's nothing there anymore.” My eyes widened as I flew out of my bed, panic rising through me. What had that bitch Sarah done? She had access to most of my accounts. Fuck! Since then, I had slowly started to get drained financially and Sarah was unable to be traced. The worst moments of my life started to happen and I realized how much I needed Kiara by my side. FLASHBACK ENDS

Immediately he dropped everything he was doing and made hid way to the conference room ****** Sage and Sarah stood in the dimly lit, uncompleted building, their voices barely above a whisper. "So, you took a day off from work today?" Sage asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. Sarah nodded, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. "Yes, I told Christine I wasn't feeling fine, and she believed me gullibly. So, that's how I'm able to be here with you today." Sage chuckled, "Good. I transferred five hundred thousand dollars to your account." Sarah's eyes widened as she checked her phone, her face lighting up with excitement. "Why? That's a lot of money!"

I tried to explain. " How do you know that?" Percy asked. I put a hand into my purse, slipped out the tiny chip that Sarah had given to me and slide it across the table toward Percy. " She gave me that," I divulged. " I tried viewing the contents, but I think it needs to be hacked into before the contents can be accessed." Percy gives me a look as if I had suddenly grown two heads. " You don't even know the contents and you are already thinking that she's innocent?" There is a sneer on her face.

As I powered it on, I noticed confusion etched on Alex's face. "Are you certain about this, boss?" he queried. I'm not really sure what I'm doing. I just wanted to dig deeper into Sarah's world. As soon as I powered the laptop on, it demanded a password. "What would Sarah possibly use as her password?" I queried Alex, peering at the screen. Alex pondered for a moment. "Maybe your wedding anniversary! You could try Madam Sarah's name followed by your anniversary. The Madam seems straightforward. I doubt she'd choose a complex password."