Scathan The Approver Novels & Stories

__________________________________________________ Subject: RE: re: re: re: Oliver’s News Thank you. Brandon Katrakis Lucien Chairman and Founder Grethe & Elga Enterprises __________________________________________________ I shut my phone. After reading those back-to-back messages from Pauline and Stan, my head feels like exploding. I’m only supposed to focus my time on our preparation. I can’t ignore both of them, anyway. After Athens, Pauline’s case is still in the works, and I need Stan to handle Alayna’s case now, too, to assist me in my responsibilities as a chairman of my own venture.

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Carminati made the call to let Jordan know Aaron was waiting. A few minutes later, the office door opened, and Janette greeted him with a smile. “Aaron!” she said, as if she hadn’t seen him in years. He honestly had no idea how old she was, but she appeared to be in her mid-fifties. Still fit and capable of decapitating a Vampire by any means necessary, though she’d always been known for her axe-wielding ability, the Hunter Leader was one of the most kind, considerate people he’d ever worked with.

She barely settled on the chair when the door was pulled open again and Stephanie entered the cabin followed by Rivan and their client. Like everyone else, Elaine turned her head towards the entrance. She stared at him thoughtlessly as their client entered and stood with Stephanie, his gaze wandering all around the cabin until it fell directly on her. Giving her a slight nod, he pressed his lips into a thin line before passing her a brief, small smile. Stephanie introduced him to everyone, "This is Cannon Henderson, MD of Henderson Corps. You must have heard of him being the Chairman of the Elite panel as well. It will be an honour to have a chance to work with you, Sir."

"What I want to understand is whether there's anything in the original 1993 documentation that allows him to make that argument effectively, and whether there's anything you know about the transaction that isn't in the files." A pause. "There is something," Eleanor said. The room with Mara, Patricia, Harrison, and me, all in the same conference room with the call on speaker, went very still. "Tell me," Mara said. "The 1993 financing approval," Eleanor said. "I approved it at the commercial lending level. Standard process. What isn't in the standard process files is a conversation I had with Ashworth directly before the approval." "What kind of conversation?" I asked.

“I’m removing access to me.” Charles exhaled a slow, impressed breath. “That’s worse.” “Yes,” I agreed, a small, sharp smile curving my lips. “That’s the point.” Duvall studied the three of us for a long moment—calculating, recalculating—then gave a single nod. “Approved conditionally.” The system updated in real time. Independent Strategic Office Activated Single Authority Node Established: C. Agreste Duvall left without another word, the door sealing behind her with quiet finality.

“That’s what it says.” “My father has been dead for eight years,” I said quietly. Gum Guy shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. The woman’s eyes softened. “I know,” she said, lowering her voice. “I’m not saying I agree with it. I’m saying it’s not in the stack I can pull for you.” I straightened slowly. “Who has approval authority?” She tapped a couple keys. “Records supervisor. Or the sheriff’s office.” “Okay.” I nodded, like this was an inconvenience and not a punch in the ribs. “So if I go upstairs and request it through the sheriff’s office—”

The pause broke—but not fully. Cassian Vale stopped at the edge of the board. “Finance approvals are misrouted,” Cassian Vale said, voice even, volume controlled. “Reissue through standard sequence. Immediately.” The response was instant. Hands moved. Commands executed. The amber indicator began to resolve, color draining back to neutral as the queue cleared. Momentum resumed as if it had never faltered. Cassian Vale did not stop there. “Team leads,” Cassian Vale continued, eyes sweeping the floor, “verify approval chains before submission. No exceptions.”

Then, carefully: “We already did, sir. The authorization bounced back.” Castor frowned. “That’s impossible.” “According to the system, the approval chain hasn’t cleared.” Approval chain. Castor hated those words. They sounded official. Dangerous. “Whose approval?” he asked. Another pause. Longer this time. “There appears to be a… temporary hold,” the banker said. “It’s likely procedural. Nothing to worry about.” Procedural. Nothing to worry about. Castor ended the call without replying. He stood and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, the city stretched beneath him like it still belonged to him. Traffic moved. Deals were being made. Money flowed everywhere—just not, appa